Groping blindly in the darkness he sank between the white mounds of cool feathers and slept as he fell across the bed or with his head downward pushing deep into the softness of the pillows as if in sleep he wanted to drill through to explore completely that powerful massif of feather bedding rising out of the night.

Cemeteries are full of unfulfilled dreams... countless echoes of could have and should have countless books unwritten countless songs unsung... I want to live my life in such a way that when my body is laid to rest it will be a well needed rest from a life well lived a song well sung a book well written opportunities well explored and a love well expressed.

Of all the things a man may do sleep probably contributes most to keeping him sane. It puts brackets about each day. If you do something foolish or painful today you get irritated if somebody mentions it today. If it happened yesterday though you can nod or chuckle as the case may be. Youve crossed through nothingness or dream to another island in Time.

Wild dreams torment me as I lie. And though a god lives in my heart though all my power waken at his word though he can move my every inmost part - yet nothing in the outer world is stirred. thus by existence tortured and oppressed I crave for death I long for rest.