At least once in each of us the inner voice of a goofball and a lazy person sounds. After all, you don’t want to go to work, for example; What’s easier: call and say that you’re sick. And spend this day yourself, say, in Central Park, throwing bread to the ducks and admiring the September sky. But what will you do then when you see airplanes in this sky? When will you understand that your inner voice - without any premonitions, just thanks to laziness - saved your life? When you suddenly find things in your room that could never have gotten there—the things of your co-workers who went to work that day?..