Root is that part of me already in the Earth, but also that part of Earth already in me: Earth's claim to my body and it's elements – it's call for my dissolution, my absolute relaxation. Work is the struggle to stop resisting, and in this sense it is spiritual, because what denies natural communication – this healthy exchange between me and Earth – is the ego – my terrified attempt to cheat or ward-off death by grasping to an isolated, independent unity. When we privilege ego over spirit then we deny the elastic dynamism of life and death. Energy and spirit are frictive elements – they are generated when opposites are allowed to contest – so if we deny this contest – this game or play – by privileging one over the other, then we deny natural energy, and are reduced to injesting in order to acquire it – food, drugs, entertainment, etc. Such heavy, coarse energy is not what we mean by energy. We mean the energy of inspiration – a light enthusiasm – the breath of god blowing ever so gently across the face, that brings you to your deeper senses, and an even deeper conviction that all is such energy, and the meaning of life is to somehow dissolve into such a vision of reality – to die a noble death.