Life itself is a bubble and a scepticism,
and a sleep within a sleep.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
A man that is born falls into a dream
like a man who falls into the sea.
“Oh, I’ve had such a curious dream!” said Alice…
got up and ran off,
thinking while she ran, as well she might,
what a wonderful dream it had been.
The man who said,
“The harder the toil, the sweeter the rest”,
never was profoundly tired.
Oh, my ears and whiskers, I am profoundly tired. Tomorrow my plans include a lot of sleeping, quite a bit of curious dreaming, and perhaps I can pencil in some naps during the down-time.
Funny, I started this post thinking about bubbles. I’m really that exhausted, all I can think about is burrowing in and blessed rest.
Have a wonderful weekend, everyone. Sleep well. Dream a little dream of me.