Who is really served by the earnest insistence that we continue trying to prove that what we do is work? It is a losing battle if it cannot be won in a routine, bureaucratic way, so why worry about it?
The people who envy the job and the workers will continue to do so, and will continue to be detractors. They will only use whatever information you give in your defense as further grist to distort in their “it is not real work” mills.
Who is really served by our refusal to enjoy ourselves? Why should we not sail on like gods when we can? Rubén Darío had a hard life, too, and when he was my age he was already dead.
Alma mía, perdura en tu idea divina;
todo está bajo el signo de un destino supremo;
sigue en tu rumbo, sigue hasta el ocaso extremo
por el camino que hacia la Esfinge te encamina.Corta la flor al paso, deja la dura espina;
en el río de oro lleva a compás el remo;
saluda el rudo arado del rudo Triptolemo,
y sigue como un dios que sus sueños destina…Y sigue como un dios que la dicha estimula,
y mientras la retórica del pájaro te adula
y los astros del cielo te acompañan, y losramos de la Esperanza surgen primaverales,
atraviesa impertérrita por el bosque de males
sin temer las serpientes; y sigue, como un dios…
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 