To paraphrase Jim Dandy Mangrum, who crudely paraphrased Nietzsche, who was likely paraphrasing some apocrypha: by striving to become stronger, we ended up being the monster. We seem to always find a way to soil our nest, whether that nest is our government, our industries, or our literal nest, the planet. And then we either ignore it or blame it on someone else. In the meantime, we have lost touch with a definition of work that isn't pejorative. There are few left who understand, really understand, craftsmanship, customer service, service with a smile, hell, service period. So what then?
To not be the monster means to either slay the monster or to live where the monster doesn't. And slaying the monster only makes us yet another monster of a different mind. But perhaps we can live without the monster right here in the monster's midst. Maybe we can just ignore the damn thing and carry on. I feel sure the monster is right clever, its traps are well-set and hidden in plain sight. I propose we tell the monster to go to hell, that we live like it was 1963 and all that is missing is the sunrise, or ice cream. At least we can enjoy the ride.