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I've fallen in love with Sleep. I can fall asleep at will these days. Sometimes I climb into bed the minute I finish dinner. Sometimes I walk in the door from work and fall asleep still wearing my jacket and shoes. And unlike my childhood, when I could hardly bear to stay in bed past 8am on a weekend, I now find myself planning weekends that allow me to stay in bed most of the day. This is really not good for me, but just like being in love, I find myself putting off everything I know I should be doing in order to spend all my time with my lover. Then again, I'm only saying that it isn't good for me because I've been programmed by our society to frown upon 'laziness.' It's true that I have a lot of personal projects I want to find time for, and sleep is taking time away from them. But sleep is so wonderful. It's peaceful and quiet. There's no pain or anxiety or bills or work when you are sleeping. Waking from a bad dream is a relief and waking from a good dream is a pleasure. We are supposed to spend 8 of 24 hours a day alseep in order to stay healthy. That's a recommended minimum for adults. That's 1/3 of our lives. It is clearly an important part of human life, right up there with eating and drinking and procreating. Yet we disdain it. We brag to each other about our avoidance of sleep. We respect those industrious persons who have disciplined their bodies to require less sleep. Diana, the virgin goddess of the Hunt and the Moon, fell in love with no mortal man. But when she came across Endymion, fast asleep, tending his flocks, her heart warmed for the first time. She went to Zeus to procure a gift for this beautiful mortal. Zeus gave him the gift of eternal life and eternal sleep. Eternal sleep. Isn't that what we call death? That's enough for now. I don't know where I'm going with this. I need to go catch up on my sleep. (I need to go catch my death?)
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