They talk about "work", the necessity of it, and the happiness it brings, as if human labor were more than a blind convulsion of fear for what in fact is not evil at all, and of desire for what can only bring misery: this wretched "work", through which the human swarn of insects has pushed back and eaten away Mother Nature, who gave them life and who kept them in balance.
Art, Life and Mysticism. Brouwer















