By default, we likewise teach the next generation to be striving narcoleptics like the one before. When we look around, we see evidence of an epidemic, the disease of drained and weary sleepwalkers, and yet we seem to keep straining against our exhaustion, grasping for more and more. This is, of course, striving. It’s a subtle and twisted agreement with the enemy. It is sin. And it is exhausting. That word, “exhausted,” is one we hear constantly. It comes from the Latin ex, “out,” and haurire, “to