With the baggage of this present world was I as sweetly overladen, as a man uses to be in a dream: and those thoughts with which I meditated upon thee, were like the struggles of such as would get up; who being yet overcome with a deep sleep, fall into it . . . Nor had I anything now to answer thee calling to me: Arise, thou that sleepest, and stand up from the dead, and Christ shall give thee light: and whereas thou on all sides showedst me, that what thou saidst was true; I had nothing at all to answer for myself, being convinced by that truth; but certain lither [sluggish] and drowsy words only: Anon, see I come by and by: let me sleep a little while. But my now and anon had no measure with them, and my little while drove out into a mighty length.
St. Augustine: Confessions
(This entry is from the lost week of Advent 2017, as Advent can run 4 full weeks, but only ran 3 weeks this year)
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