Work

I sincerely believe in being "un-boxy" and breaking the natural human ties of convenience.

I made a tent in which to sleep

I struck flint and steel to make a fire

I rigged some sticks to hang a pot

I hammered a pot to hang from the sticks

I hooked a fish to cook in the pot

I chopped a plate to serve my meal

I whittled a fork with which to eat

I stacked some stones to smother the fire

I peeled some bark to keep me warm

I snuggled down and went to sleep.

I had done all this with my hands and my feet,

and the feeling I felt when I finished was sweet.

I relied not on numbers nor on pieces of paper

and I felt, in my heart, that this way was safer,

for work gives satisfaction, not greed for convenience, and I, in my heart, knew I must see this.