I hate to break it to y’all, but pretty much most of what people do for a living is pointless. We tend to shuffle things back and forth. Try to accumulate stuff. Have bragging rights. Pursuit of knowledge? Just for the satisfaction of knowing something? Or to increase productivity? And hence profits? Woo. More for someone. Or more someones.
There’s something misanthropic about that line of questioning. “Shouldn’t you be doing something worthwhile? You sponge?” Really, if we look closely, we’d be hard pressed to find someone who is worthwhile. It’s by grace we’re here. Quantification of value is delusional.
I’m waxing existential here, of course.
I like having everyone around, and I like the ones that find fantastically useless things to do and make a killing at it! Master shufflers. (Football players! Shuffling a ball from one side of a field to another. Over and over again. Every year, the same contest begins.)
Sleight of hand. And not con artists. But people who make you think you really need whatever it is they’re offering.
Because it’s important to feel a need. Just to feel. Because really, we’re nothing, from nothing, to nothing.
But in the interim of nothing – there’re these blips. : )
I guess what I’m saying is, beloved, let us have more compassion for one another.