The ocean sleeps. The ocean wakes. And the waking of the ocean is the waking of the soul. At midnight wakefulness springs from within the ocean.
This life is but a dream. A state of sleep but how unfortunate that man's eyes open only when they are about to be closed (forever).
We wish to become one thing or another, rather we wish to become everything and in this pursuit of becoming everything we only end up becoming idiots.
In order to spend out our time (life) we sell some of this time. We work for someone, we labour. In freedom we do slavery.
