We must learn again to work with our hands. There is a great loss in the modern world in its loss of manual labor. Touching things, sweating, stopping, starting. Manual work gives a person a sense of dignity and worth. How might work, hard work with your hands, provide the necessary antidote to desk work that involves you in the curse of Modernity, the crush of unending responsibility to an electronic universe that, by nature, knows no rest---a cyber world that plays by rules with consequences we don't yet understand?
Not all work can be manual, of course, but how might a rhythm of manual work and prayer teach a way of life that brings intellectual and electronic work into a goodness it might not know apart from it?