Work may not be all there is to life, but life most certainly is work. Everything we do is work. The moment we stop working is the moment we die.
Think about it. From the moment we get up in the morning we have to expend effort in everything we do. We get out of bed. We wash. We get dressed. We eat. We go to work, in the paid employment sense. We go home. We log on to E2, we read and write. We cook food, and eat some more. Even while we sleep our bodies are still working, repairing themselves, our brains are buzzing as we dream, our heart is beating every second of our lives. Work is inherent to the process of experience. Life is work.
We worship life. We worship whatever we feel gives us life.
Life is worship. Work is worship.