But what if you never sleep? How would dreaming occur? I don't sleep anymore, or at least I don't dream. The future is a murky morass, looming ahead of me. The beacon of my dreams has gone dim, and I have no steering remaining to me.
How very "Zen" this moment is; since I have no future to dream about, I can live wholly in the moment. But is the clarity of the moment worth sacrificing a vision of the future?
And then I wonder, does scripting my thoughts into the written word shape my current state of affairs and then make it mundane? Have I hollowed out my life and made it into a paltry shade of what it could be? Instead of dreaming, I write.
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