When joy becomes a rare commodity, whisper the word into the sand. It will answer back as it did in the past. For that is when you saw joy, for you looked hard into the sand. And sprinkled joy all over with your feet,
Work as joy, inaccessible to the psychologists.
(Franz Kafka (1883-1924), Prague German Jewish author, novelist. The Eighth Notebook, 1918. The Blue Octavo Notebooks, ed. Max Brod, trans. by Ernst Kaiser and Eithne Wilkins. Exact Change, Cambridge, MA (1991). Dearest Father: Stories and Other Writings, trans. by Ernst Kaiser and Eithne Wilkins, New York, Schocken Books (1954).)