What is it about life?

For days now, sleep has evaded me. Every attempt to shut those wonderful eyes that show me the world results in a catastrophic chain of events ending in terrible dreams, nightmares, I suppose. It's so strange because this has come so suddenly, I mean usually I'm just like any of you guys probably are, reasonably happy and content. But every now and then some force of nature or God or SOMETHING comes along and just seems to permeate the very soul.
I'll be honest, in the past I have taken sleep for granted. "It's just there" is what I would say to myself, just like strip clubs and casinos and prisons. But what happens when its not there? I mean I don't visit a strip club every day, gamble constantly and I've never been in prison but I know that they exist and I can visit them any time I like right? Sounds quite logical to me, I dunno if not then post a reply. Anyway's, sleep is just the same in my mind, its just not a physical place. Rather its just a part of my being, and enables me to explore my own subconscious and be at peace with it, meaning that if I don't get sleep I don't have peace. Is it the same for everyone?
I mean, some people go to Church, I used to go to a Mosque (gave it up), others drink booze or take drugs whenever they feel down, but I've always found that sleep is just my natural drug, and it's great because it doesnt have any side effects but allows me to continue living in a relatively peaceful state.
Ironically, it's because of a lack of sleep that I decided to start this book or blog or whatever, because I feel like my personality is split into two at the moment. Part of me is a lazy bastard that doesn't what to achieve what he's capable of, and yet another part wants to go out there and improve everything in the world! Two extremes of reality.
I guess what's really going to bug you all later is who is actually writing... is it dauodwa, or sumdude, or ... a freak? My guess is as good as yours.

A good day to you fine folk.

A "book" with no beginning or ending in sight.

Love. What is love? It’s both the worst and the best bounty that God bestowed upon mankind. Love is the worst because it causes mankind to sin and the best because it helps mankind find its humanity. Love is what drives human beings. Love of one another, love of another human being, love of all mankind, love of god, love of the devil, love of the atheistic reality... love of money, love of women, love of men, love of lust. Men act on one thing and one thing only at their core and that thing is love. We love those around us, our family and friends; we hate our enemies because we once loved them.

L O V E

These four simple letters define the human race in all its terrible beauty. Humanity lost in blood, friendship buried in animosity like a dagger piercing the flesh on my back. It kills me, but I like the feeling. Love life so you can love death. That is precisely the manner in which I live my life. It is my reality. The one thing that we want to find through this love which drives us into action is our own reality. Why must it be so that those others are happy whilst I suffer, why do they suffer when I am happy... Love life so you can love death. I guess that’s my motto, my creed, my life trapped and tangled into a pretty little sentence. Who, or what, the FUCK am I? Well you fuckers are about to find out, cause this is that book I wrote.