When he was a child,
One dayHis father said to him:
"Don't think, my child.God never thinks."
Since then, he never caredTo learn the art of thinking.
When he was a child,
One dayHis mother said to him:
"Don't sleep, my child.God never sleeps."
Since then, he never caredTo learn the art of sleeping.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Sleep: death's little sister, Agni Press, 1974
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