Conscience

It is a concept difficult to understand, this thing called conscience.It bows to no orders or dictates, it comes and goes as it will and leaves behind smoky trails that we are uncomfortable with.Try to define it and it slips through our fingers.Try to ignore it, yet it makes its presence felt without any prior notice.It will come to us at all hours of the day or night, and stick like a thorn under the skin.Can we define it as the small voice inside us?that whispers в