I love hard work. Working hard. The idea of working so hard. Working hard, sweat on hair dangling from face as bend and lift or dig into or shift, or brain cells worn down from think. Unshakeable from task, hand on shoulder but unshakeable, cannot be shaken out of. Hard work. Dedication to task. Not stopping. Never stopping. I love the idea of growing as a person. Personal growth, working hard, growing. Producing, or becoming. The idea, the idea of such hard work. Is so. Tangible. Almost. I lie prone, thinking how great hard work is, how good is personal growth. Prone, as if finally stopped from hard work, exhausted. Thinking about hard work, how admirable, working hard. Yes. Great.