Talking about the comfort, reassurance and protection we crave, it's probably true that we are reaching back to some state where such needs were neither here nor there. I often wonder whether our concentration on our wakeful life over our unconscious one is an inversion of priorities. Perhaps the whole of our wakeful physicality and mentality is merely a survival mechanism that allows us the womb-like repose of unconsciousness.

Btw, at the moment I'm reading a biography of Charles Darwin. His grandfather, Erasmus Darwin wrote many tracts which seem a precursor to the work of his grandson. Although it seems he held God as First Cause, it appears in much of his work, he anticipated the theory of evolution. Charles, himself, seems to have fallen into his scientific role, not by any great design, but through interests and friendships with several people which led to his position on the Beagle...anyway, here's Erasmus Darwin's "The Temple of Nature" (The Origins of Society) in poetic form.
http://knarf.english.upenn.edu/Darwin/temple0.html

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Dear Poirot,

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You may be right. Perhaps we are inverting our "priorities" as you suggest.

Indeed, some of us may be more active when we're asleep than when we're awake and lead a passionate unconscious life without knowing it.

Thank you for introducing me to Charles Darwin's grandfather, Erasmus. He certainly seems to have been quite a lad in his day.

From one grandfather to another, albeit at nigh on two and a quarter centuries distance, I find him quite admirable and sympathetic and feel we would not have much difficulty finding some common ground for a quiet chat, but it is growing late, so ...

"Let us cease our idle chatter,
Let the tears bedew our cheek,
For a man from Tallangatta
Has been missing for a week.

Where the roaring flooded Murray
Covered all the lower land,
There he started in a hurry,
With a bottle in his hand.

And his fate is hid forever,
But the public seem to think
That he slumbered by the river,
'Neath the influence of drink.

And they scarcely seem to wonder
That the river, wide and deep,
Never woke him with its thunder,
Never stirred him in his sleep.

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So the river rose and found him
Sleeping softly by the stream,
And the cruel waters drowned him
Ere he wakened from his dream.

And the blossom-tufted wattle,
Blooming brightly on the lea,
Saw M'Ginnis and the bottle
Going drifting out to sea".

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Thank you for the poem, Banjo.

Charles Darwin's other grandfather was Josiah Wedgwood. So on one side he had the intellectual/scientific and poetic prowess of Erasmus, and on the other, the skilled artisan who molded and combined clays for utility and aesthetics.
It seems somehow fitting that the two lines blended to produce the man who conceived so fully the theory of evolution.

<It seems somehow fitting that the two lines blended to produce the man who conceived so fully the theory of evolution>.

Or else it's a nice illustration that thought is never original or independent, but follows a predictable, narrow-minded, course--in the light of hindsight.

I agree, Squeers.
It's a good example of thought building on thought - evolving.....

Yes precisely, Poirot; dialectics. I often wonder at what it precludes.