I sat down on the company toilet today, and decided that I would never agian expend my mental resources on a task which furthers a corporate end. This doctrine is compatible with my performing manual labour for the rest of my life. Although I by no means take this to be the ideal scenario, anything is better than using my mind to increase some particular profit margin by an exponentially unearned amount.

Marx might have been wrong about a lot of things (e.g., the possibility of class consciousness). But he was certainly right to say that we distance our bodies from our genuine selves when we fail to reap the fruits of our intrinsically creative labour.

Being so-distanced makes it impossible to be happy.