The Morning Exemplum

You turn around and hit the snooze button on your alarm clock again. You hear a voice tell you that it’s time to wake up and stop procrastinating the inevitable. The voice goes on to list your daily responsibilities and obligations, what to make for breakfast, and mentions how you forgot to pick up coffee creamer the night before.

Then you wonder why there is a voice inside your head dictating everything that you should be thinking.

Now the voice is describing itself being considered by yourself. In other words, you’re thinking about a voice describing you thinking about how it’s describing your thoughts.

So you try and imagine the possibility that the voice is merely a projection of some deep selfconciousness that you weren’t aware of before and will go away if you believe hard enough.

But doing so seems impossible since the voice is now contemplating the fact that it may be a mere prognosis of your imagination and is considering the possibilities that could arise if you kept thinking about it & how it’s a mere imagination & how it is thinking along with you on how to stop its existence.

So you stop and try to make your mind a blind slate to see if the voice stops, and it does.

Are you waiting for the voice to speak or is the voice waiting for you to commit an action for it to dictate on?

You lie back down and pull the covers up to your chin, refusing to make another move. You hear the voice say I would advise against that. So you kick off the sheets and scream as loud as your voice allows, asking what to do next.

The alarm clock sounds for the third time and you shut it up, but this time, you don’t push snooze.

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