It is said that when man tried to be like the gods, the gods were not amused by his audacity, so they decided to banish him down from the heavens.
As if the banishment was not enough, they also condemned man to the tortuous work of pushing a boulder up a mountain countless times until he dies.
But if man never had to work, how would he spend his days in his godforsaken world.
Would he rise up in the morning and sit still the whole day until nightfall.
Would he be more joyful were he not burdened with the need to work.
Other than sustenance, what else does work do to man?
Well, to get the answer,we must look at a man who is fully engaged in an activity that fully commands his body and mind.
Indeed, only in those moments when his limbs and mind are totally immersed in swinging a hammer, painting a canvas or the labour of thought, does man forget his miseries as a mere mortal.
In his waking moments, a man must find something to distract him from his torturous consciousness.
Indeed, work is the great comforter of man.
It is the only consolation for his wretched life.
Fabio