Sloth is really a busy condition, hyperactive. This activity drives off the wonderful rest or balance without which there can be no poetry or art or thought - none of the highest human functions. These slothful sinners are not able to acquiesce in their own being, as some philosophers say. They labor because rest terrifies them. The old philosophy distinguished between knolwedge achieved by effort (ratio) and knowledge received (intellectus) by the listening soul that can hear the essence of things and come to understand the marvellous. But this calls for unusual strength of the soul. The more so since society claims more and more and more of your inner self and infects you with its restlessness. It trains you in distraction, colonizes consciousness as fast as consciousness advances. The true poise, that of contemplation and imagination, sits right on the border of sleep and dreaming.