Stagnant and corrupt, Sloth might once have had a purpose, but it has begun to decripify from years of inactivity and uselessness. It never creates anything of note, never contributes to anything on a personal or societal level, never grows or feels any desire to. It seems to exist for the sake of existing, bereft of any ambition or drive. Blind to the unwholesome effects of its life of inactivity, it cares about nothing, does nothing, says nothing, and touches nobody. It wanders through life, purposeless and empty.
Once lovely beyond compare, Sloth has begun to crumble and decay over time. Like a statue of ancient Greece, its arms have wilted and cracked off at the shoulders. Having never bothered to articulate herself, its lips have withered away over time. Its muscles have atrophied over time, and its stride is like the stumbling gait of a newborn foal. It wanders, destinationless and without purpose, meandering along without changing or noticing anything.
When we stumble through our daily routine, not daring or caring to reach for greater heights or touch those around us, Sloth begins to grow. Our lives slip by us, time inexorably withering our bodies and minds, and Sloth lulls us into complacency. It keeps us silent and uncaring, beautiful in our own minds as the world rushes around us, until we eventually crumble into dust and regret.
This is Action Mohammed, the Super-Prophet of the Muslim faith. Given that images of him are frowned upon to prevent Muslims from worshiping the man instead of the teachings (way to go on that), the irreverence of a comic book cover ought to dissuade any such inclined people from throwing away their torah and bowing in the direction of my art instead.
Also, I spelled "conquer" wrong. I am ashamed. Nick Perks has been doing fan art for The Line It Is Drawn for 100 straight weeks. This is my 9th week.