I distinctly remember, as a young teenager, the first time I stayed up all night on the internet, until I saw the morning sun peeking through my window.
Felt like I'd passed some barrier. The night was no longer real. Just a bunch of dark hours.
Sometimes I think about the time an early hominid found a rock in a stream that looked like a little face and carried it >20 miles home to his cave with him and I start crying