What is rest but the absence of action?
What is sleep but one's feeble attempts to get said rest?
I couldn't tell you. And better yet I wouldn't want to.
It's moments before I should leave for work but rather than getting ready and making sure I have all of my possessions equipped, instead I watch my cats wage war on each other. Kitty A has very recently had his hunger sated and is thus sitting at the foot of my bed to plot world domination.
Kitty B is on my floor. He's mad that I won't let him nibble on the ethernet cords anymore. It's for his own good. He looks around and nervously paws at the carpet. He hasn't been feeling very well up to late. I almost feel bad.
They're both at what would be known as "rest" Though in reality both of them are doing nothing. And as such they act as nothing and nothing moves and is never more at rest.
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