Thank god for sleep

we're divided from complex into simple form, standing there on an isolated beach shore looking at the waves as they break out on the bay, wondering about our petty problems, while others must have suffered far more serious turmoils than we had experienced, we laugh and cry and walk around serving a purpose we wish not ask about, just so as not to confuse ourselves too much, we limit ourselves and tie ourselves to the nearest boat and hope it takes us home, were all afraid, we're afraid of staring at the raging waters just to realize how lost and helpless we are, and once we do, eyes widen in anxiety, some of us jump out and try to battle the waves trying to get to land, others give in to fate and just lie there awaiting their inevitable demise, others paddles the waters with their hands while watching out for any sharks who may consider them ther coming dinner, but we're all essentially seeking home, we can't stand unassurance, we can't stand continuous change, our eyes are only trained to see the fastest and most complicated movements of the galaxies as the drawing of a pen, let the scientists deal with anything else, what do we care, just plant us somewhere and water us each day with what to do and how to do it and this is exactly what we'll be, we're not really so unpredictable, it all depends on what you which to do with us, but what are we? and why is there good and bad? and dark and night? and evil and good? why are there always opposites like a magnet, however unlike the magnet our opposites collide and seek to change one another for simple understanding, dominance and control, while we're essentially all the same, i don't see why i would need to fight anything other than myself, except maybe fight back for my space, for my peace of mind and beliefs, for my home and family, but why is it happening this way? why am i even asking why? what is this all leading to? is there ever any end to this continuous flow of answers?