I've deprived my body, my flesh, of sleep.
1 hour,2 hours,3 hours, 4.
The difference isn't felt.
While I'm up, depriving my body, I'm feeding my mind.
Maybe it'll kill me one day.
I sleep now because, it'd be inhumane not to.
Nowadays, I question my humanity.
Advancement is good.
It is the isolation of one's self from simplicity.
But as we've probably learnt by now,simplicity is best.
I sleep out of mere acknowledgment that, while my soul is immortal, my body is not.
I sleep not to rest, or relax.
I sleep because my soul has already been identified as a different being from my body.
So, in the realization of this, I ask myself:
Is sleep really necessary for our soul?
