Work Is Laziness

As I wonder the hills and valleys, I often get to thinking about life back then in the fourteenth century, when we possessed so little, yet had so much, when we worked so little, yet did so much.
Not all our days can be spent cooking and eating. Sometimes we have to do the washing up. Indeed, growing the food can be hard work too, digging, planting, reaping what we sow. (It's important to use you knees or you'll end up with a bad back, like Dick.)
In those days we had so much more time. These days you work from January to May just to pay your taxes. If the sheriff or the bishop had tried that one, they would have soon got a pitchfork where the sun don't shine, if you'll pardon the expression.
And the work you do is so tedious, so passive, so repetitive, so brain wrenching, soul destroyingly boring. And then you come home, to your absolutely amazingly luxurious houses and you carry on as if you were at work, sitting alone, unable to communicate with anyone, filling your minds with rubbish, frightened of time and space. You don't even bother to cook a meal, and for relaxation you watch a screen and listen to other people's stories instead of telling your own.
How different it was back then. I used to make up a story and tell it to my little Revoltettes every night. We used to create a whole magical world. Revoltina used to cook us all a tasty meal every night. She didn't need a cookbook. The things that woman could do with a pot and some oats and barley is truly mind boggling.
And I had a great time 'working'. When I wasn't seeing to the crops, which was most of the time, I was building, whittling, fishing, singing, playing my whistle and my pipes, chilling out drinking the loco mead.
Time wasn't regimented in them there days. The sun was the only clock we knew. But now every moment is marked down and disciplined. Even your down time is spent listening or watching, consuming. Every moment, every action, every emotion is turned into a commodity, to be viewed, and experienced as entertainment. You have exchanged the reality of the Person and replaced yourselves with the spectacle of your Life.
No one seems to have the time just to think. Even thoughts are second hand, somebody else's thoughts, bought off the peg to suit your appetite.
The time to look and listen, to gaze and to stare, is chased away by those desperate to reach tomorrow, afraid of the destruction of today.
Busyness is everywhere. Stupidity reigns supreme. People, who have learnt received culture all their lives just want to be normal, too scared to think, too idle to be lazy, afraid of freedom.
Scarcely human, only physical, consumers and consumed, drudges of a commodity capitalist society, modern people work longer hours and yet are lazier than any other people in history.