Those who are convinced that there is more to things spend their time chasing it and not finding it often as not, and those who are convinced there isn't find themselves frustrated at the abyss. When you read books about a utopia without material demands on our time, the key aspect seems to be how nobody is particularly bereft, only mildly discontent. The utopia we envision in other words comprises our current world, just shorn of what we’d recognise as work.