Why do human beings undergo a mini-death every night?
Awaking from a surgical procedure not many years ago, my first words to the anesthesiologist were: "Where did my soul go?" I'd have been pleased if he answered, "that's above my pay-grade" but he had no reply. I'm a daily napper. If 32 per cent of my life is spent sleeping and waking, sleeping and waking, it will be a life well-lived. Because one can't be awake without sleeping.
Uh oh--creeped me out. Astral projection.