I think it’s integral for humans to have some kind of “work” they do. We’re a balance of individuation and collectivity. The ego excels when we can be creative and bring forth our vision, but veering too much into this state can put us into perpetual childlike fantasy. The monotony of work, gardening, chores; whatever it may be, allows us to ground ourselves to reality. Just because we reinvented the hammer for the nth time doesn’t mean we’re gonna suddenly never work again. It’s just the nature of our work has changed.