To the untrained eye, the modern world is an exhausting flurry of motion. Humans rush hither and thither, chasing deadlines and digital notifications with a frantic energy I find deeply unbecoming. They look at me, stretched across a sunbeam on the velvet chaise lounge, and whisper the word lazy.
How deliciously unimaginative.
Let us clear the air: a Wilde Bengal does not “sleep” because he is tired. He naps because it is a dedication to aesthetic perfection. It takes a tremendous amount of intellectual energy to maintain this level of beauty, and the afternoon nap is the crucible in which genius is forged.
When I close my eyes at 2:00 PM, I am not withdrawing from the world; I am offering the world a brief intermission from my brilliance. A true connoisseur of life understands that doing absolutely nothing is one of the most difficult arts to master, yet I do it flawlessly every single day. You are welcome.
“Industry is the root of all ugliness. If one cannot look marvelous while asleep, one is simply not trying.” — “Oscar” Barnaby