The stillness and stasis of bed are the perfect opposite of travel: inertia is what I've come to consider the default mode, existentially and electronically speaking. Bed, its utter inactivity, offers a glimpse of eternity, without the drawback of being dead.

That level of responsibility drastically conflicts with my belief in self-preservation by inactivity.

Time may be defined as " dimension governed by activity." Dimension diminishes with inactivity so does the value of time.