If you are lucky, very lucky, no, very, very lucky, when you grow up you won’t have a job.
You will have a calling.
And if you are one of the lucky ones, then you will know what I mean.
In the beginning
In the beginning, we all worked.
Even in the Garden of Eden, Adam and Eve gathered the fruit that they ate and built the shelter in which they slept. It got worse after their expulsion. Since then work has been part of the human experience. It defines us. It makes possible the good life.
Back in the day, work and jobs were passed down from father to son. A trade was something you learned from dad, and if not from dad, then some uncle.
Education changed that. Go to a university, learn something, contribute to society. Thus, doctors and lawyers filled the earth. And there were hospitals full of patients and courtrooms full of plaintiffs and defendants.
Then Oz had this thought: Artificial Intelligence is making possible another Paradise on Earth. Imagine machines manufacturing things, machines driving cars, cooking food, doing all the things we used to do.
Let’s hope it doesn’t turn out like H.G. Wells dystopian vision in The Time Machine.
All this talk about work reminds Oz of what his father used to say:
Find a job you like and you will never work another day in your life.
Gotta go…, Oz hears his wife calling.