Reflections on Time and Work and Justice

I've been thinking a lot lately about why I "spend" time the way I do and what "work" means (as I seek to find paying work).  I want to make changes, and, as always, I have to take time to get clear about what I want (and don't want).

My friend Tripp Hudgins posted the first two articles yesterday, and they seem to go together with the third quote as I ponder these matters.  I'm not sure where this will lead me, so for today I'm going to let these be my post.  I'd love to hear any of your reflections.

Religious Hopes for 2013 (author: Carol Howard Merritt)

Religion can be a tool for oppression or a force for good. As we greet 2013, I hope that we can all work for a more compassionate faith.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/carol-howard-merritt/religious-hopes-for-2013_b_2392880.html?utm_source=Alert-blogger&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Email+Notifications&utm_hp_ref=fb&src=sp&comm_ref=false#sb=1078426,b=facebook

Less, Please (author:  Gary Gutting) (much more philosophical, worth chewing on, though)

[The Skidelskys] make the utopian (ultimately Platonic) mistake of thinking that we can transform our world by legislating values from above. Rather, the transformation must come from below, forged by the very people it is meant to benefit.

http://www.commonwealmagazine.org/less-please

Living Seriously (author:  Thomas Merton)

Nothing is so cheap as the evasion purchased by just enough good conduct to make one pass as a 'serious person.' And when you come to look more deeply into our present condition you find that many forms of 'seriousness' and 'achievement' come to this in the end. In our society, a society of business rooted in puritanism, based on a pseudo-ethic of industriousness and thrift, to be rewarded by comfort, pleasure, and a good bank account, the myth of work is thought to justify an existence that is essentially meaningless and futile.

There is, then, a great deal of busy-ness as people invent things to do when in fact there is very little to be done. Yet we are overwhelmed with jobs, duties, tasks, assignments, "missions" of every kind. At every moment we are sent north, south, east and west by the angels of business and art, poetry and politics, science and war, to the four corners of the universe to decide something, to sign something, to buy and sell. We fly in all directions to sell ourselves, thus justifying the absolute nothingness of our lives.

Some make it their business to cover their own emptiness by pointing out the fraudulency of others, but always the emphasis is on the fact that others have nevertheless done something, even though it was a matter of perpetrating a fraud. They have perpetrated something. And so the myth prospers. No matter how empty our lives become, we are always at least convinced that something is happening because, indeed, as we so often complain, too much is happening. There is so much to be done that we do not have time to live.

But it is precisely this idea that a serious life demands 'time to live' that is the root of our trifling. In reality, what we want is time in which to trifle and vegetate without feeling guilty about it. But because we do not dare try it, we precipitate ourselves into another kind of trifling: that which is not idle, but dissimulated as action.

Source: Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander