"Work is the very opposite of creation, which is play.
"The world only began to get something of value from me the moment I stopped being a serious member of society and becamemyself. The State, the nation, the united nations of the world, were nothing but one great aggregation of individuals who repeated the mistakes of their forefathers. They were caught in the wheel from birth and they kept at it until deathand this treadmill they tried to dignify by calling it "life." If you asked anyone to explain or define life, what was the be-all and end-all, you got a blank look for an answer. Life was something which philosophers dealt with in books that no one read. Those in the thick of life, "the plugs in harness," had no time for such idle questions. "You've got to eat, haven't you?" This query, which was supposed to be a stopgap, and which had already been answered, if not in the absolute negative at least in a disturbingly relative negative by those who knew; was a clue to all the questions which followed in a veritable Euclidean suite. From the little reading I had done I had observed that the men who were most in life, who were molding life, who were life itself, ate little, slept little, owned little or nothing. They had no illusions about duty, or the perpetuation of their kith and kin, or the preservation of the State. They were interested in truth and in truth alone. They recognized only one kind of activitycreation. Nobody could command their services because they had of their own pledged themselves to give all. They gave gratuitously; because that is the only way to give. This was the way of life which appealed to me: it made sound sense. It was life--not the simulacrum which those about me worshipped."Henry Mil1er, The Revolution of Everyday Life
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