Work?

‘Only Fools and Horses’

‘‘I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.’’

— Vincent Van Gogh

If you have to refer to what you are doing as work then you have already lost your mind. Work is anathema to human flourishing. It should be banned. And made illegal. Only then will humanity be able to rise above such modern-day slavery and fulfill its potential as a species.

I look forward to the day when the word ‘work’ is no longer in any dictionary in any language in any library — analogue or digital — in any country in any world. Well thats enough work on work. Time now to rest. More thinking time. Now thats full-time. Thats real work. Thinking.

Just ask ‘Del Boy’.

‘‘Stick a pony in me pocket
I’ll fetch the suitcase from the van
Cause if you want the best ‘uns
And you don’t ask questions
Then brother I’m your man

Where it all comes from
Is a mystery
It’s like the changing of the seasons
And the tides of the sea
But heres the one thats driving me berserk
Why do only fools and horses work
La la lala — la la la la la (etc)’’

Onwards and upwards.