sometimes sleeping is too deliciously tempting, if only for the comfort of inertia... and finding all the hypnotic lullabies and soporific influences too irresistable. then when an alarm sounds, wearily hit the snooze-button. but there's far too much to do upon rising and that's why i'm here... to be wide awake as much as possible, to daydream and live and act and create... and perhaps, in turn, help shake others from their slumber if they are also willing to be roused. who's to say the difference, for sometimes it's hard to tell...? much gets recognized in retrospect, doesn't it. you recall being asleep as you awaken... sorting what you dreamt from reality and finding they were indeed "just dreams" (disturbing and dark or lovely and fascinating as they may be), but can you remember the state of actually being awake during the time you're asleep? "out cold" in vacant, black unconsciousness... or lost in surreal illusions?
but of course it's all natural... the biorhythms of earthly life. wake and rest to rise and retire again... it can feel repetative or always new. history repeats itself but the virgin future is now and there's no time like the present. there is so much to do, so much to perceive, so much to know, so much to contact... the less filtered out, the more dizzying and overwhelming those amounts can be. a purpose becomes essential; a central axis...
as with all of my particular species, mine is essentially to understand and to communicate. these two basic elements sustain me... they are what i breathe in and breathe out. fascination and creativity become primal survival urges.