hen I was very young, I happened upon the "fact" that the average "primitive" (Maori, Dogon, Yanomani, et. al.) spends only four hours a day providing for him/herself. This leisurely work schedule seemed like

to the dysfunctionally hyperactive lives of the so-called civilized people surrounding me (read: my father). Inspired, I vowed to follow their example. I too would work only a few hours a day.

ow, I don't want you to get the idea that I was lazy. Because it wasn't that. I mean, I was lazy, but there was more to it than that. I wished to remain aloof to the temptations and spiritual pitfalls of the

because I wanted to be a writer. For this I needed time and

and I was afraid having a regular job would prohibit both.