For a very long time I have been struggling with the idea that we, as humans, spend a third of our lives sleeping. A third! Hard to fathom, isn’t it? At least, it is for me.
I have always wondered what happens while we sleep? For us, all reality ceases to exist; simply, it isn’t there. But, is there anything around us while we are sleeping? The Sun, the sky etc.
I understand that our bodies and minds need to rest and recharge. I think I do. But, while we are gone, does the world continue? Is the sky still blue and the oceans as deep? Do others, awake while we are sleeping, see it the same way? Are the forests as green for them, for example, as they are for you and me?
And, while we are at it, what is this process of recharging? Are we actually plugged into something; cosmically, I mean, like our phones? Is there a beam of light shining on our heads, loading us with energy? Or…?
Clearly, at least in my mind, there are many more questions than answers.
Also, on a very personal level, since we are talking, I must admit that I was never and am not now comfortable with being “out” for all those hours. What if a brick falls on my head, what if a spider bites me, what if my bed breaks, what if I sleepwalk? Being vulnerable like that is intriguing. Also, sleep coming on, by itself and unannounced, is annoying and dangerous. What if it happens while driving? Scary, super scary.
Then, after we awake, whenever it is, we are part of the world again. We function, we feel, we love. But only for sixteen hours or so, almost like a butterfly which lives for just one day. It accomplishes its purpose on Earth, its calling in a day and it is gone. Forever.
At least, we keep coming back for those sixteen hours per day, and back and back until we, ourselves, accomplish our purpose.
And, then, we join the butterflies.
by Mike Djordjevich
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