The land of the free?
"America touts itself as the land of the free, but the number one freedom that you and I have is the freedom to enter into a subservient role in the workplace. Once you exercise this freedom you've lost all control over what you do, what is produced, and how it is produced. And in the end, the product doesn't belong to you. The only way you can avoid bosses and jobs is if you don't care about making a living. Which leads to the second freedom: the freedom to starve."
It's true, but the difference between a "freedom" and an "option" is everything.
The number one option that you and I have is the option to enter into a subservient role in the workplace.
—and you'll encounter a thousand people today, whether virtually or physically, who have embraced that option. The odds are good that you'll be donning a uniform and screwing your smile on, too. A subservient role is the surest route to a bigger bank balance.
To cut a long story about "our society" short, the readiest option you and I have is to evict creativity in order to make room for cash. In this well-and-truly organized world, there are ways for people who'll just shut up and work to survive.
Once you exercise this option you've lost all control over what you do, what is produced, and how it is produced. And in the end, the product doesn't belong to you.
Yes, yes, yes, and no.
Suppose you eat that ready-made shit sandwich. You strip off your dignity, clothe yourself in the loud and flamboyant colors of some franchised business, and churn out a service by rote, down to the minutiae of your detailed job description.
You're not in control and you're not the primary profiteer, but the whole transaction is yours. You didn't leave your name behind this morning. By staking the enterprise with your work, you became a little part-owner—a necessary cog.
And if that means you're tied to something you hate—if it's always meant that you've been tied to things you've hated—it might be time to explore your other option.
The only way you can avoid bosses and jobs is if you don't care about making a living. Which leads to the second option: the option to starve.
—because now that you've learned that it's only subsistence farmers who've ever not been continually selling themselves, and only because they didn't know to, you can make something of the fact that your list of freedoms is as long as your willingness to starve.
Are you of value? Then enjoy yourself—and sell it on your own terms. Go without, off the clock as long as possible, your self-deprivation a strike against compulsory creativity. And maybe you can keep that divorce up forever, wrapping yourself up in your private hours and parceling out your soul piecemeal to fund them.
The red star types want an all-and-nothing transaction. Not a favorable rate of exchange for value—and not any big values—so much as everything given away to everyone. For the man of value, that's no option.
As for those who've only ever thought to obtain values?
They'd better shut up and work.