“We tire of distraction or concentration. we sleep and are glad to sleep”
From “Choruses from the Rock”, T S Eliot: In our rhythm of earthly life we tire of light. We are glad when the day ends, when the play ends; and…
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From “Choruses from the Rock”, T S Eliot: In our rhythm of earthly life we tire of light. We are glad when the day ends, when the play ends; and…
It’ been a while since I blogged about the literature of sleep which was formerly a recurrent theme here. So here is the opening of a Haruki Murakami story call…
Lately I’ve been rereading psychology books, and have felt singularly defrauded. All of them discuss the mechanisms of dreams or the subjects of dreams, but they do not mention, as…
One of my interests is sleep. Some of this is personal; I used to think I was a “bad sleeper”, until I discovered that thinking you are a bad sleeper makes…
Grammatical construction can make of an apparent riddle or paradox a font of expanding intuition: “Death is all things we see awake; all we see asleep is sleep.” Ring-structures spiral…