Working

In the world there have been proven to be four types of individuals, those who work for others, those who work for themselves, those who have others work for them, and finally those who don't work at all. I dream to be the latter of those, because working is a soul less act that drags down the soul. Now when I reference work I do not include those things done for enjoyment and that result in pay, no I refer to those things that we'd never spend our times doing unless we were getting paid. Marx wasn't such a crazy when he rallied against the few holding the means of the production while the rest of us toiled away. (Though I don't think he'd much agree with the concept of dragging down the soul). Now Freud thinks that work is actually self affirming, but even he puts happiness out mortals reach. Then what are we to do, how will we ever combat this plague upon our houses (that even if we happen to own them we have to pay taxes on). I proclaim that we shall not work, never and find a way to live. Far from laziness we will be the most productive generation the world has ever seen, but we will do so on our own terms. I don't want a revolution; these are too bloody and useless in sparking new evils to rule. Let us become third dimensional men and women like Marcuse wrote about all those years ago. I don't have the answers yet but I know that work is the enemy.