We spend eight hours a night, on average, practicing for death. Letting go of the consciousness we fight so hard for in the end. We slip into the unknown, night after night, with no promise of waking. Am I not the only one who thinks that should be terrifying? Have we developed such overwhelming object permanence that we believe not only that everything will still be there when we open our eyes in the morning, but that we are, ourselves, permanent objects? We wear the evid