I do not purport to have all the answers, but sometimes I do get tired of living in a world (and especially in a country) that prioritizes work and industry over all else. It's not as if all the individuals in this country who work long hours actually want to be working those long hours, though I do understand that working long hours does appeal to some. The truth is that we are all born into a problematic world, and most of us fall in line. It is probably human nature to fall in line—human life is difficult and the day is only so long, and so falling in line is a natural response to being tired, to understanding that there actually are enormous problems that face our world but feeling too small to fix them, to not giving a shit, to being overwhelmed, to wanting only peace and happiness. But there are some people out there who cannot find peace and happiness no matter what they do, either because they are concerned about the world or because they are left behind by the peace and happiness machine. If you were to query every over-worked American and ask him or her if she or he would rather spend more leisure time at home with his or her family, my guess is that most of them would give a resounding, YES, YES, YES I WOULD; and yet this is obviously not what is happening. It is not happening because work is one of our topmost values in this country. Work—and by that I mean a certain, culturally agreed upon definition of work—is such a deeply entrenched value in this culture that many of us cannot even entertain questions about its value, let alone imagine alternative worlds and alternative value systems. One time I questioned the value of work in front of my industrialist uncle, and he called me a socialist and told me that I should move to Serbia where there are three women for every man and where the government would float my basic needs. This was meant as an insult toward me (and as a response to something I said which he obviously took as an insult to his values), but my goal here is really only to talk about our values and our value system. The poet Gary Snyder once argued that the trees, rivers, mountains, and air should have representation in congress, and I tend to agree with him. Why should only the voices of fallible human beings be represented by the world's governments? How come voice is usually only granted to those with the ability to shout? Why is there power, and why must we accept arguments that say one system is good because it works better than another system? The world is truly full of unthinking people who do not ask questions, and unthinking people who do not ask questions are like table grapes to be consumed by the rich.