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"He was one of Us."
Lord Jim

There is an incredibly strong Force of Evil that lurks sleeping deep within us, waiting for an unconscious moment in our lives when we may take on its Dark Power for our own.

It is at that moment when we seize a random moment in our present life to Take Command of our Lives... But end up destroying them.

It is our Sleeping Daemon, and it seeks to SHAME us by our Pride.

Jim is shamed, then HAUNTED MERCILESSLY by that shame...

UNTIL HE FINDS RELEASE IN THE REDEMPTION OF HIS OWN SACRIFICE.

Just like Dostoevsky's Raskolnikov.

Or Homer's Achilles.

All three of these men LAY DOWN THEIR LIVES TO APPEASE, THEN KILL, THEIR DAEMON - And find release from their guilt.

And for all three, their Sacrifice gives New Life to a host of sympathetic onlookers.

And Dooms others, less than sympathetic.

Jim's shame begins when he falls asleep, dreaming on the deck of the freighter Padma, somewhere on the becalmed Indian Ocean.

Just like those other two great heroes act stupidly:

Half of the time we're Gone
But we don't know where
Don't know where...

But the Daemon knows.

He's taken you For a Ride.

You're suddenly Burnt Toast, my friend.

And the only thing you can do now is to burn with a Lifetime's Acute Awareness until that monstrous Albatross slides off, dead, from your neck.

There's just no other alternative.

And Jim WILL find Redemption in a Timeless Moment of Acute Awareness, but like Achilles and Raskolnikov, must first PAY for it -

Right on down to the Last Precious Farthing.