The highest forms of life on this planet are those best capable of producing and transporting excrement. The body is merely the best way nature has found yet for taking in produce and producing shit. The body is merely the best way nature has found yet for taking in produce and producing shit. If the body merely converted product into excrement without deriving useful energy, it wouldn't survive. Whereas plants survive by converting sunlight into produce plus useful energy, animals survive by converting produce into dung plus energy.
Bacteria survive by converting dung into methane plus energy.
What matters the fact that the ordinary workman has the equivalent of 240 slaves to help him, if the master himself remains an imebecile, devouring the spurious news, the false suggestions, the intellectual prejudices that play upon him in the press and the school, giving vent in turn to tribal assertions and primitive lusts under the impression that he is the final token of progress and civilization. Were mankind to remain children, they would exercise more effective power by being reduced to using a lump of clay and an old-fashioned modelling tool. But if the machine is one of the aids man has created toward achieving further intellectual growth and attaining maturity, if he treats this powerful automaton of his as a challenge to his own development, if the exact arts fostered by the machine have their own contribution to make to the mind, and are aids in the orderly crystallization of experience, then these contributions are vital ones indeed. So let us consider the machine more closely as an instrument of culture and examine the ways in which we have begun, during the last century, to assimilate it. As the machine takes on more and more of the work its internal workings become successively more opaque to the user.