Millions are awake enough for
physical labour, but only one in a million
is awake enough for effective intellectual excertion,
only one in a hundred million to a poetic or devine life.
To be awake is to be alive.
Henry David Thoreau then says;
I have never yet met a man who was quite awake.
How could I have ever looked him in the eye?
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