At the end of the day there's a jumble of thoughts. Some are good, some not so good. Some you don't even need to label. But like I said, a jumble. One by one they still themselves. There's like, one last ember before you go to sleep.
You understand this, don't you?
You understand this, don't you?
2 comments:
It can be hard sometimes getting to that last thought when others insist on making encores. The best I can do when that happens is to focus on counting a mantra on my fingers and eventually the thinking slows enough that sleep returns.
I read an interesting article a while back about biphasic sleeping. It's fascinating to consider how different life must have been before electric lighting remade our nights.
I haven't tried the mantra on my fingers, although I might one of these days. Imaging helps. Oddly enough I find that picturing an austere steppe-like terrain keeps my mind from racing at night.
Biphasic sleeping was an interesting phenomenon. They say that everything eventually makes a comeback, so maybe in the post-peak oil world that will as well.
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