Life is possible only through forgetting.

 If sleep were to disappear, a person would feel as though they were living the same day over and over again—because the day would never truly end. Consciousness would never be suspended, never renewed. This is why sleeplessness makes a person feel dazed: it distorts perception, obscures reality. Because reality must, inevitably, be veiled. If not through sleep, then through sleeplessness—for that unbearable weight upon existence can only be lightened through a kind of forgetting. And what makes life bearable is precisely that: forgetting. Not resolution. Not understanding. Forgetting.