Sleep is the most moronic fraternity in the world, with the heaviest dues and the crudest rituals. It is a mental torture I find debasing. The strain and drain of composition often force me, alas, to swallow a strong pill that gives me an hour or two of frightful nightmares or even to accept the comic relief of a midday snooze, the way a senile rake might totter to the nearest euthanasium; but I simply cannot get used to the nightly betrayal of reason, humanity, genius.

- Nabokov, Speak, Memory

Nor will the sweetest delight of gardens afford much comfort in sleep; wherein the dullness of that sense shakes hands with delectable odours; and though in the bed of Cleopatra, can hardly with any delight raise up the ghost of a rose.

- Thomas Browne, The Garden of Cyrus

As the cherubs of repose dollop your brow with the puckered promise of the world of dreams, and the lateness of the hour devours your extremities with the needlings of an empire away from the everyday, gather up your final gram of resistance, scrub the slumber from your sockets and elect this sound, The Nation of Ulysses, to the place of prominence in the sensory landscape of your room. It will help you to grapple with the base instinct which keeps you in synch with the square world, and will be in the vanguard of the violence vented when we vanquish "Sleep, which is the greatest thief, as it steals half one's life." Sleep is a coma, a death-like state, which people pull willingly over themselves like a blanket, and is to us a reprehensible condition which must be obliterated.

Tips for fighting sleep's death-like grip:
1. The Intent - While society sleeps, bound to this archaic ritual, we shall take over.
2. The Drink - The dewy drops of perspiration from one anothers' brow, flavoured as they are with the mania of the long in waking.
3. The Mantra - "Ulysses, Ulysses, little flower, beloved by all the youth."
4. The Sartorials - Pajamas, once clownish and babylonian, now present themselves as a bold new uniform for the army fighting against the nauseous prospect of the ethical workday, and also as a salute to madness and possibility - both children of the night sky.
5. The Noise - The Sound of Young America, The Nation of Ulysses. They will restore your lust for the nocturnal waking state, synonymous as it is with the Ulysses Nation State.

Deny yourself the rituals which coincide with sleep's preparation. Do not wipe the taste of the day away with the false and foreign taste of mint, but relish the compacted and compounded evidence of an evening well spent! Sleep's supplicating arms have long been an enemy of the Nation of Ulysses, prompting an entire other time zone for its disciples, dubbed aptly "Nation Time," and occupying a space in time simultaneously years later and hours earlier respectively. Remember now that visionaries (that is us) have historically allowed themselves only the faintest resemblances of a "full night's rest," that little sleep wipes away a lot of inhibitions which could stymie one's fervor toward the destruction of the false nation and toward construction of the new. Remember that their taste has gone stale, and remember, remember, remember most of all, that the Nation of Ulysses must prevail!

- The Nation of Ulysses