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I wondered what would happen to an individual utterly oblivious to signs, or intentionally inertial. So I imagined a confrontation between a fictional character, The Idler, and his unconscious. Frustrated by the indifference of his protégé when facing dreams, somatic troubles, preoccupations, and other such signs, the unconscious chooses to take human form in order to convince The Idler of the necessity of evolution, not only on the material plane, but also with respect with his emotive, affective, intellectual, and spiritual dimensions.
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« I don’t have the time » is the lie
I will not believe
Coming from you the alibi
Will not deceive
« I have no control over it »
I will not allow
As objection to disbelief
« I just can’t change » is this hell
You just don’t leave
While heaven is ignored you’ll keep
Facing the heat
Until this point you will admit
I will uphold my aim
You let your own inertia
Ignite the flame
Distract yourself in the tasks of the day
Don’t lie I know you’re only idling
Divert yourself in the taste of the day
You know I know you are only hiding
Angels timely sent
Keep getting lost in the noise that is maze
Blind to dreams even deaf to body
Fate is left to the hands of the clock
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