Listening to a friend of mine going on about how he could spend 365 days a year under an oak or he could spend 365 days a year working his butt off and either way wind up with nothing prompted a response.
I said, yes, but you forget the huge sense of satisfaction derived from. . . .
Sitting under the oak.
He was pleased.
OK people. The point is that being one with the universe is its own reward. One need not participate in society’s foils.