99 - waking up

Waking up (not the orange juice)

is a dangerous habit.

It`s dangerous for both: you and others that you affect. Think about it for a moment. What other moment could be more dangerous than the one you were the closest to a nightful of experience in yourself, realized in the best way possible through the dreams that are essentially your creature (it even can be the only thing that belongs to you). And you part with the only thing closest to you... Waking up is the constant betrayal of you to your inner self every time you decide to wake up.

I said "nightful" which might refer to sleeping at night and waking up in the morning. That is not necessarily so, as night the way I interpret, does not talk about the time from dusk till dawn. It's subjective. The night is the time you are the most tired mentally or physically and closest to giving up. Actually even giving up doesn't matter when you are the closest to giving up. Then the night starts. And for many, it leaves every one else out, a time of abstract reality. The true reality, I mean, not the one designed in the mornings.

Waking up is dangerous. What you wake up from doesn't matter. Be it an actual sleep or some sleep in a monotonous repetition of obligations and responsibilities. Sleep is inresponsiveness to something. In the actual sleep, we are inresponsive to the world that exists without us. The other sleep might seem quite hypothetical because our experiences appears more realistic because it includes others, who would remind you about your dreams in this sleep later. Indeed, the difference between these two sleeps is in the dreams. Many people can share the same dream in the latter. Cause you don't need to be sleeping literally to be encapsulated in the second type of sleep.

Waking up from both is dangerous. In the first one, waking up from the actual sleep that everyone agrees on what it is, we leave what ourselves believe behind, so that we can believe what everyone believes at. In the second one, waking up from the the sleep that we share, we are closest to the point we can be sure of nothing. Our knowledge is in the edge of an abyss, that is about to at us, to tell us that the sleep of reasoning only produces monsters. Be it Nietzche or Goya, they would agree about the beauties is in the same story with the monster. And we all fear of the monster; the uncertainty of the unknown no matter how much we liked the fairy tale; the beauty and the beast. I hear the conscience speaking "life is no fairy tales". And sometimes I wonder what is the real monster...

Ourselves, our desires, our conscience or the world without humans. But first we need to know. Who benefits from monsters?

Good morning!