I believe that futility is the path to freedom.
I make tools for that.
"In a way, a slave is fortunate, because she has more head-room for her dreams and phant-sies, which can soar to dizzying heights without bumping up 'gainst the ceiling. But the ones who live at Versailles are as high as humans can get, they practically have to go about stooped over because their wigs and head-dresses are scraping the vault of heaven -- which consequently seems low and mean to them. When they look up, they see, not a vast beckoning space above, but rather--"
"The gaudy-painted ceiling."