Corporate life. Isn't it just like a monastery? Being sequestered for 40 hours a week, working on a small piece of a bigger machine. Don the corporate robe, engage a heightened civility for maximum productivity, concentration. The drive back home during the cerulean twilight, after the daylight savings time drop, and the werewolf reawakens. A group happy hour purges the monastic in you, and trips you into an altered state of being. And then you ever wonder how the two can ever co-exist in reality.