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In the essay for the November issue of Harper's Magazine called "Quitting The Paint Factory: On the Virtues of Idleness." the beauty of doing nothing is layed bare.

"Idleness is not just a psychological necessity, requisite to the construction of a complete human being; it constitutes as well a kind of political space, a space as necessary to the workings of an actual democracy as, say, a free press. How does it do this? By allowing us time to figure out who we are, and what we believe; by allowing us time to consider what is unjust, and what we might do about it. By giving the inner life (in whose precincts we are most ourselves) its due. Which is precisely what makes idleness dangerous. All manner of things can grow out of that fallow soil. Not for nothing did our mothers grow suspicious when we had 'too much time on our hands.' They knew we might be up to something. And not for nothing did we whisper to each other, when we were up to something, 'Quick, look busy.'

Mother knew instinctively what the keepers of the castles have always known: that trouble the kind that might threaten the symmetry of a well-ordered garden needs time to take root. Take away the time, therefore, and you choke off the problem before it begins. Obedience reigns, the plow stays in the furrow; things proceed as they must. Which raises an uncomfortable question: Could the Church of Work which today has Americans aspiring to sleep deprivation the way they once aspired to a personal knowledge of God be, at base, an anti-democratic force? Well, yes. James Russell Lowell, that nineteenth-century workhorse, summed it all up quite neatly: 'There is no better ballast for keeping the mind steady on its keel, and saving it from all risk of crankiness, than business.'"

I have not used an alarm clock in five years. I have learnt to rely on the biological clock. My body is the boss.