In The Taste Of The Day (Demo)

The Idler was born of a combination of concepts discovered while exploring various domains of knowledge during the second half of the 1990s and the beginning of the 2000s. « The idler who does not arise when it is time to arise, who is full of sloth though young and strong, who is lazy and weak in thought and mind, does not find the path to insight. » – The Dhammapada I was developing an interest in Buddhism, and from the works of Jung, in the concepts of synchronicity, and the collective and individual unconscious, in particular in their various manifestations as guide to personal evolution : « L’exigence de l’inconscient serait donc l’exigence de cette évolution, l’inconscient se rappelle à nous pour réaliser ce processus d’individuation, ce processus d’éveil. » – C.G. Jung 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 their unconscious. Frustrated by the indifference of its protégé when facing dreams, somatic troubles, preoccupations, and other such signs, the unconscious takes 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. ____________________________________________________________ Lyrics : « 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