We must work. Ordinary mankind, driven everywhere by false desire, what do they know of work? The man propelled by his own feelings and his own senses, what does he know about work? He works, who is not propelled by his own desires, by any selfishness whatsoever. He works, who has no ulterior motive in view. He works, who has nothing to gain from work.
this is the imaginary ideal world of mine where peple do not work for money but for the sake of work itself... or mybe to serve. working even for fulfilment is a desire.. hmm
