There are those naps that you wake from so utterly transformed that you cannot remember or even conceive of the life that you led before you took them. There are those naps in which each second of sleep unfolds like days of intense awareness, in which each moment is an eternal orgasm and crucifixion. And then there are those naps that combine and transcend everything that you could ever describe or imagine from either of those first types. And it’s that last type of nap that I just had, that revealed itself to me and I to it, in which I always was and now will be.