The soul does not take its eyes off my dark side. Across my world of thoughts, she reminds me, that's you, that's what you did and that's what you are.
The hidden, the blocking of the CV, is a task of the soul to look my dark side in the face.
No one can bear my evil deeds on his shoulders, exonerate me from the evil of myself.
The dream, in the drama of the soul, where I am not the author myself, in this drama in the microcosm of the interior, I have only a supporting role to play; the soul holds the mirror up to me, to take a look at how and where I stand in relation to the inner world, the outer world.