Interesting Vimal. I certainly 'identify' with the irritation of sitting in a cafe trying to listen to an interesting conversation and having a very loud person drowning that out. As I strained to hear, the universe responded in its efforts to illuminate that tightness within me. My friend started speaking in a lower voice and the loud person became louder. Yes, you can't judge unconsciousness for being unconscious, it is what it is. All accepted and understood. So, the residual irritation means I'm carrying an attachment somewhere. If I suddenly stand up and walk out, I'm not confronting the tightness. So, through a veil of straining to hear and scanning through the source of the tightness comes a sort of, 'why do I have to bother with all this anyway?' And there, for me, lies the sofa of life, replete with pizzas and chocolate, beckoning with a lazy finger. I feel the character eating steak with the agents in the matrix. 'I don't wanna remember anything!' And thats the choice. Recently, the stoic video clip and an account of Draconian qualities has bouyed me. Time to dig in a bit and turn up my own volume. And, in addition, not judge my own judgement.