I am not a mote in a mass, as one might think of members of a “class.” Are you? I think, act, and make for myself. I am not owned by this or that class. I am not consigned to a percentile which defines my happiness or dictates my worth. I am free to master my passions, and focus their force into works, and a life that for me is my opus.
They craved structure and meaning, and so constructed for themselves an ersatz corporation in which they, the workers, felt industrious but in fact produced nothing at all.
Puleeeeese don’t quit your day job, this is easy, it will only take a minute, and it is free. You simply take a sentence and fill in the blanks with your choice of words to make it gut-splittingly funny. For example: