"Who was pressuring us? No one. Where were we going? Nowhere."
From the incredible fourth book of On the Calculation of Volume.
And now: Who was pressuring us? No one. Where were we going? Nowhere. What was expected of us? Nothing. We weren't living in a world of collisions and obstacle courses, we weren't opponents or stepping stones or helpers or pawns in one another's games. There was no need to assert ourselves, perform, posture, pick up the pace, cross any finish line. We lacked for nothing, there was no need to fight for jobs or prestige or higher pay. We didn't need to flaunt our status or wealth with cars and mansions and gadgets or designer clothes, because anyone could have the same. If they wished to.
