We Have Become So Obsessed

In A World Where You Are Constantly Asked To Be 'committed,' It Is Liberating To Give Yourself The License To Be A Dilettante. Commit To Nothing. Try Everything.

...[w]e Should Be Mucking About All The Time, Because Mucking About Is Enjoying Life For Its Own Sake, Now, And Not In Preparation For An Imaginary Future. It's Obvious That The Mirth-filled Man, The Cheerful Soul, The Childish Adult Is The One Who Has Least To Fear From Life.

Paradoxically, To Be Truly Idle, You Also Have To Be Efficient.

Indolence Of Course Is An Absolutely Crucial Part Of The Creative Process: You Do Not Find Poets Sitting In Rows In Cavernous Word Factories, Staring At Screens. They Are Rather To Be Found Lolling On The Sofa Or Strolling Through The Groves, Nursing Their Melancholic Temperaments And Losing Themselves In Extended Reveries.

Writing A Book Is A Brilliant Thing Because Once You've Finished It, You've Done It, And There's The Potential For It To Go On Earning You A Living Without You Doing Any More Work On It. It's Absolutely Ideal For An Idler.