Why do I still (not) sleep?
Popol Vuh. Why do I still sleep. A simple, lilting, circular, eight-minute tune played on a moog synthesiser. A haunting piece not in a minor key, neither happy nor sad, once heard never forgotten. From an album called Agape Agape. Love love, in its highest form, not eros; franker, firmer, more enduring but just as ecstatic. The late, great, Florian Fricke asks why he still sleeps, I wonder why I do not. Maybe sleep comes with the transition from eros to agape, and then you have the luxury of asking if it is still even necessary.