'Little has been said or written about the ways a man may blast himself free. Why? I don't know, unless the answer lies in our diseased values…Men are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of 'security,' and in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine–and before we know it our lives are gone.
What does a man really–really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in–and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That’s all–in the material sense. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention from the sheer idiocy of the charade.’"