A poem by Paul Williams, from the book, Das Energi.
What is this word "efficiency"?
Sometimes it seems a close cousin to Death.
We are encouraged not to linger, not to enjoy life, to hurry up and get it done so we'll have time for something else.
Something else?
What?
Efficiency the destroyer, millions upon millions of living dead, done in by the electric can-opener and the automobile.
Progress is our most important product,
babies are our business,
time is money,
life is cheap.
Modern technology, modern business, the modern state give us everything we need except breathable air, drinkable water, edible food, meaningful work, freedom from fear, freedom to love, freedom to be ourselves, courage, pride, friendship, hope.
The moral of the story is: don't be in such a hurry.
Beware creeping efficiency.
Slow down and live.
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