#152 Tues (11/22/22) - Sleeping, as we all know, is the most secret of our acts (J.L.B.)

 "Sleeping, as we all know, is the most secret of our acts. We devote a third of our lives to it, and yet do not understand it. For some, it is no more than an eclipse of wakefulness; for others, a more complex state spanning at one and the same time past, present, and future; for still others, an uninterrupted series of dreams."

The Elderly Lady. Dr. Brodie's Report. Jorge Luis Borges. 

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