Since I don't do anything but work these days, I thought it would be an appropriate next theme. There has been a question amongst humans for, well for forever, about whether or not a person's work is the person. It was also discussed in a movie I saw this weekend "Body of Lies". Is a man or woman seperate from their work? Does it define them? Does it control their expression and their time? Arguments for both sides are well built, but true mystery comes from the definition of work in your life. What is work? How does it affect your well being? Do you admire or fear it? Is your work also your passion? We all must work, but is your job really working you?
-Claire
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