In this weekend’s newsletter, we celebrate sleep. Or, at very least, we take a momentarily critical eye to the way we moderns brush aside sleep.
What if sleep is not a physiological ‘weakness’ but rather an evolutionary adaptation that is central to our entire wellbeing?
How far have we wandered from the blissfulness of Keats?
O magic sleep! O comfortable bird,
That broodest o’er the troubled sea of the mind
Till it is hush’d and smooth! O unconfined
Restraint! imprisoned liberty! great key
To golden palaces.
(John Keats, Endymion, 1818, Book I, line 452)