Freedom.

'No science will give them bread as long as they remain free. In the end, they will lay their freedom at our feet and say to us, "make us your slaves, but feed us."

'So long as man remains free, he strives for nothing so incessantly and so painfully as to find someone to worship."

'I tell Thee that man is tormented by no greater anxiety than to find someone quickly to whom he can hand over that gift of freedom with which the ill-fated creature is born."

- Fydor Dostoevsky, 'The Grand Inquisitor'.

The boss gives us bread in exchange for our days.

The boss is an altar upon which we lay our laments.

The boss relieves us from the anxiety of freedom.

The boss is our alibi.