The Myth of Knowledge

If we are supposed to absorb the hearth and fairy stories about Zeus and King Arthur, take them slowly into our bodies, it would follow that we have a purpose that would be furthered by the process. But if we are doing nothing but pushing through endlessly accumulating paperwork, trying to get to our break at the end of the day when we can do little more than stare blankly at a book or TV screen, or to a two-week vacation during which we drink ourselves into a soma-like oblivion, then what good could it possibly do us to have absorbed anything but the ability to do paperwork with sufficient efficiency? If we cannot apply our knowledge to our primary activity, then it is a waste of effort to acquire it.