Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the objet of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have cought happiness without dreaming of it.
The only way to escape the system is to play with it, to manipulate it, to turn it against itself.
I wanted to build something that was my own, something I could point to and say, I made that. It was the only way I saw to make life meaningful.