In "On a Certain Blindness in Human Beings" William James quotes an old chieftain who pitied those of us who
"never know the happiness of both thinking of nothing and doing nothing. This, next to sleep, is the most enchanting of all things. Thus we were before our birth, and thus we shall be after death. Thy people. . . . when they have finished reaping one field, they begin to plough another; and, if the day were not enough, I have seen them plough by moonlight. What is their life to ours,—the life that is as naught to them? Blind that they are, they lose it all! But we live in the present."
When we yoke ourselves perpetually to the plough, we relinquish "the intense interest that life can assume when brought down to the non-thinking level, the level of pure sensorial perception."
Hence the need and rationale for Spring Break. Talk to you later!