The sleep of reason produces monsters.
Monsters that you could call friends.
Or maybe not.
Monsters of reason are competent, crafty teachers. They lead you down garden paths (these could end rather messily, of course) but the point is, THEY WILL ALWAYS BE THERE.
Take that any way you want.
Better the sleep of reason than the wakefulness of blind belief.
THOSE monsters are all imaginary.
Where’s the fun in that?
FRANCISCO GOYA- THE SLEEP OF REASON PRODUCES MONSTERS,
LOS CAPRICHOS, Etchings, 1797-99