the obsessive narrative against redundancy has been the blight of our times. people are copies of each other, they eat the same food, work the same job, have the same needs. if you follow the Big Wheel propaganda to its logical conclusion, you’ll have as your ideal a very specialized person who serves a very specific needs of some (probably) rich people, but knows or enjoys absolutely nothing else: never cooks, grows, loves anything, because those things are redundant.