(For after all these things do the Gentilesseek:) for your Heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all thesethings.
But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and its righteousness; and all thesethings shall be added unto you.
But just in the last few months, I’ve insidiously started, because of professional obligations, to become busy. For the first time I was able to tell people, with a straight face, that I was “too busy” to do this or that thing they wanted me to do. I could see why people enjoy this complaint; it makes you feel important, sought-after and put-upon. Except that I hate actually being busy. Every morning my in-box was full of e-mails asking me to do things I did not want to do or presenting me with problems that I now had to solve. It got more and more intolerable until finally I fled town to the Undisclosed Location from which I’m writing this.
Tim Kreider is the author of “,” a collection of essays and cartoons. His cartoon, “The Pain — When Will It End?” has been collected in three books by Fantagraphics.
The inspiration thatcomes in idleness brings forth the best kind of effort, effort which isinwardly directed, which is far superior to any kind of obligatory outerdirected work.So I encourage you to embrace and enjoy your times of idleness this summer asthey arise.
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Bertrand Russell's Classic Essay in Praise of Idleness
The truth is that people like to appropriate things that do not belong to them. And then they like to justify what they did. Ah, what a tangled web they weave. We have had five hundred years of this particular run of “progress,” through which Protestantism itself has “evolved”: largely into extinction, but partly into other evanescent things, such as the current fad in social justice warriorism.
More Praise for Idleness | Issue 29 | Philosophy Now
The procession led out, through the arch under the tower, into the churchyard. On clearing the portal it scattered, into small, purposeful groups.