Work…
It is what you do, day or night, to get the job done. If you are lucky, the work is what is important, not the paycheck. Work is what makes countries great, not the politics or the effete financiers who jeopardize our pensions for their own profits. Not wars nor armies nor arsenals that could sterilize the globe, none of these will make a nation.
Just work…
Work that makes the world, that takes the raw stuff and fashions something new, useful, beautiful. Work that carries goods from coast to coast. Work that loads and unloads. Work that carries the purpose of the zeitgeist. Work with a vision for the future.
Only work…
Work that takes the raw potential of the mind and crafts a knowing person capable of giving back, through their work, to the world that bore them. Work as innovation, as future creation, as the poetics of action. Work is the making of the tangible and the intangible. Work is the fusion of mind and hands with the unknown, building possibilities.
Work…
We work to keep the void at bay. We work to feed the day with action. If we are lucky, that action is meaningful and useful. Work for my hands. Work for my mind. Work for the times in which I live and the lives lived in my time. Work is the bond that ties, that wraps us up in a common world of doing. Work gives us common ground upon which we stand together to make a world somewhat better than the one that went before.
When in doubt, just work.