Why would we accept a servitude among others who are not directly responsible for any positive effect in your own life? There isn’t a reason, yet many people have become complacent and encouraging of this horrible practice – nobody is seeking a sensible solution to this systematic prostitution of the human soul. Greater revenues are sought by collective masturbatory exercises behind board room doors and stock floors.
The love of labor is excessive to those who live outside of it, respected by those who receive its fruits, and the lifeline of those who pursue it on their own accord. To labor for another man’s bread (in the end), it is pure vampirism and I struggle against it as radically as I draw each breath to continue my own broken life.
Who, but me, says it should even occur? And who am I to turn around the flux of human hierarchy and blatant manipulation and economic slavery? For what purpose should I live within this world that affords me little more than a bed, some bread, and a vast entertainment industry that conspires to shape the influence of my own passions?