Why do we work?

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Time is the most valuable commodity we have, the only product we can’t replenish. Wish I didn’t have to work, but I’m trading my time now in order to make money, with the goal of making enough to hopefully enjoy my time later.
 
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Only cause we have to..

And uh if no one worked we wouldnt enjoy everything we take for granted...

Shit if i didnt have to I wouldnt

C.r.e.a.m
 
All About Power Brah, that's how it Started..........Being able to Have one's Destiny & Livelihood in the Palm of your Hands .

Them Deadly Sins . . .
 
I know why we work now, but I'm saying, why invent work when everything was free. When we had no worries.

Shit seems backwards.

Granted, we wouldn't have this technology but that wouldn't matter. We would never know what that technology is.
 
LadyZee;6918431 said:
We work to make money.

Learn something new everyday zee. Thanks.

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Anyways there is a system in place. You work within it to get over or you get left for dead or in jail. Period. Its easy for the Asian dude in that pic to feel how he feels when everybody around him is playing in the mud.

We need to earn to take care of ourselves, and our families. So you work. I'm sure anyone would choose not to have to work and just live life as nature intended but that ideal isn't a real option.

Don_Proper;6918441 said:
Time is the most valuable commodity we have, the only product we can’t replenish. Wish I didn’t have to work, but I’m trading my time now in order to make money, with the goal of making enough to hopefully enjoy my time later.

Can't really say it better than this.

 
VIBE;6918451 said:
I know why we work now, but I'm saying, why invent work when everything was free. When we had no worries.

Shit seems backwards.

Granted, we wouldn't have this technology but that wouldn't matter. We would never know what that technology is.

you also wouldnt know if youre eatin tomorrow..

 
This was my grandfathers favorite poem, I think it applies to this. You are supposed to look at the picture first then read the poem, then look at the picture again and see what the poem meant.

LHommeALaHoue20081226small2.jpg


The Man with a Hoe

Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans

Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground,

The emptiness of ages in his face,

And on his back, the burden of the world.

Who made him dead to rapture and despair,

A thing that grieves not and that never hopes,

Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox?

Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw?

Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow?

Whose breath blew out the light within this brain?

Is this the Thing the Lord God made and gave

To have dominion over sea and land;

To trace the stars and search the heavens for power;

To feel the passion of Eternity?

Is this the dream He dreamed who shaped the suns

And marked their ways upon the ancient deep?

Down all the caverns of Hell to their last gulf

There is no shape more terrible than this--

More tongued with cries against the world's blind greed--

More filled with signs and portents for the soul--

More packed with danger to the universe.

What gulfs between him and the seraphim!

Slave of the wheel of labor, what to him

Are Plato and the swing of the Pleiades?

What the long reaches of the peaks of song,

The rift of dawn, the reddening of the rose?

Through this dread shape the suffering ages look;

Time's tragedy is in that aching stoop;

Through this dread shape humanity betrayed,

Plundered, profaned and disinherited,

Cries protest to the Powers that made the world,

A protest that is also prophecy.

O masters, lords and rulers in all lands,

Is this the handiwork you give to God,

This monstrous thing distorted and soul-quenched?

How will you ever straighten up this shape;

Touch it again with immortality;

Give back the upward looking and the light;

Rebuild in it the music and the dream;

Make right the immemorial infamies,

Perfidious wrongs, immedicable woes?

O masters, lords and rulers in all lands,

How will the future reckon with this Man?

How answer his brute question in that hour

When whirlwinds of rebellion shake all shores?

How will it be with kingdoms and with kings--

With those who shaped him to the thing he is--

When this dumb Terror shall rise to judge the world,

After the silence of the centuries?

LHommeALaHoue20081226small2.jpg
 
VIBE;6918451 said:
I know why we work now, but I'm saying, why invent work when everything was free. When we had no worries.

Shit seems backwards.

Granted, we wouldn't have this technology but that wouldn't matter. We would never know what that technology is.

The gift of being human people have had jobs since the beginning of time

 
...He asks as he types on a computer run on electricity or phone running off phone lines built across the country...

I hate smart-dumb mfers. Nitsche, you are not.
 
S2J;6918469 said:
...He asks as he types on a computer run on electricity or phone running off phone lines built across the country...

I hate smart-dumb mfers. Nitsche, you are not.

Nah, it's a passing thought and it just made me think.
 
reapin505;6918465 said:
This was my grandfathers favorite poem, I think it applies to this. You are supposed to look at the picture first then read the poem, then look at the picture again and see what the poem meant.

LHommeALaHoue20081226small2.jpg


The Man with a Hoe

Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans

Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground,

The emptiness of ages in his face,

And on his back, the burden of the world.

Who made him dead to rapture and despair,

A thing that grieves not and that never hopes,

Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox?

Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw?

Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow?

Whose breath blew out the light within this brain?

Is this the Thing the Lord God made and gave

To have dominion over sea and land;

To trace the stars and search the heavens for power;

To feel the passion of Eternity?

Is this the dream He dreamed who shaped the suns

And marked their ways upon the ancient deep?

Down all the caverns of Hell to their last gulf

There is no shape more terrible than this--

More tongued with cries against the world's blind greed--

More filled with signs and portents for the soul--

More packed with danger to the universe.

What gulfs between him and the seraphim!

Slave of the wheel of labor, what to him

Are Plato and the swing of the Pleiades?

What the long reaches of the peaks of song,

The rift of dawn, the reddening of the rose?

Through this dread shape the suffering ages look;

Time's tragedy is in that aching stoop;

Through this dread shape humanity betrayed,

Plundered, profaned and disinherited,

Cries protest to the Powers that made the world,

A protest that is also prophecy.

O masters, lords and rulers in all lands,

Is this the handiwork you give to God,

This monstrous thing distorted and soul-quenched?

How will you ever straighten up this shape;

Touch it again with immortality;

Give back the upward looking and the light;

Rebuild in it the music and the dream;

Make right the immemorial infamies,

Perfidious wrongs, immedicable woes?

O masters, lords and rulers in all lands,

How will the future reckon with this Man?

How answer his brute question in that hour

When whirlwinds of rebellion shake all shores?

How will it be with kingdoms and with kings--

With those who shaped him to the thing he is--

When this dumb Terror shall rise to judge the world,

After the silence of the centuries?

LHommeALaHoue20081226small2.jpg

Excuse me Being Childish Brah . . . I read "The Man w/ a Hoe" and Couldn't Take it Seriously .

I'm working on my maturity from now on .
 
You going to work period, even if it wasnt for someone else.

We work to satisfy our needs.

Whether that man in his field working that hoe to feed is family, or working in another man field to make money to feed his family.
 
VIBE;6918451 said:
I know why we work now, but I'm saying, why invent work when everything was free. When we had no worries.

Shit seems backwards.

Granted, we wouldn't have this technology but that wouldn't matter. We would never know what that technology is.

did we even need technology in the first place? the more man builds the more he destroys.
 

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