One night, in the Sierras, I was sleeping under the stars on a small rock outcropping. For some reason, in the middle of the night, I woke up and turned on my headlamp. There, inches from my face, was a scorpion. I flicked it away, turned off my headlamp and went back to sleep. I think this means that some part of my brain must stay awake and hold guard duty while I sleep.
The mind that never sleeps.
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