i agree in spirit but the whole things smacks of the eventually empty (runs dry) lyricism of youth. ideas that captivate you like a beer commercial (bikinis!). there's nothing underneath but boredom, waiting, inactivity, selfishness, the big nothing and its balladry so limp it can't even get (it?) up to be tawdry.
enslavement is a meaningless word unless you're an african on a fucking boat. otherwise the cell is the slave, the organ is the slave, the neck is the slave, the eyes are the slave, and we are all slave to the genitals the sparked the earth and forced us to be/become.
also, this post cracks me up. it reminds me of my friend and i quoting the beginnings of camus' the myth of sisyphus in odd social circumstances. "the first philosophical question one has to asks, is whether or not one should kill himself."
the world will make you bend and break. young saplings with more elasticity learn to bow their backs. who knows when the catapult will snap?The problem with work is that you have to do it. It's the lack of control and subjugating yourself to others agendas that is distasteful.
In short the issue, at least for me is about creative control. Doing something that is meaningful to me.
It would be great if we could just spend our lives learning but that isn't going to happen. There are only two options. Hide or push through.
In my opinion the best way out is through.
it's like a game of blackjack, no matter how good your first card is, you always want to get to that perfect 21! no matter how many great first cards and numbers games we have to invalidate, illegitimize, etc.