outside there's only discomfort, pain, and burdens. we can squirm in a chair and suffer through the rantings of another ontological orangutan, or lie-down and enjoy the sweet lullaby of nothing.
why choose to stand when one can sit? why choose to sit when one can lie-down? why be awake when one can sleep? Why talk? Why move?
perhaps, like the light makes the dark, and the dark makes the day - the agonies of being upright, and picking the fleas off a fellow-ape, make for more leisure... later?
never postpone leisure. bank it! we never will know when calamity will strike and we'll have to endure a foray into displeasurable commerce with another homo-erectus.