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Sometimes I wonder whether my brain is in charge or I am.
I have come to the conclusion that there is a difference. My brain is a bit of a bully. It likes to tell me what to do and how to do it. And this independently from my wishes.
It starts already in the morning. While I definitely want to sleep another wink, my brain has no compunction giving me signals to get up. The first signal arrives via the bladder of course. I try to ignore this signal by calling on the god of dreams, Morpheus. But he has gone to where the night has gone to and can’t hear my prayers anymore. I have to get up.
All day, my brain is urging me on, even when my body can’t go on anymore. We…
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