Plight of the lumberjack

One would not be altogether incorrect to consider the pursuits of the modern lumberjack futile. The lumberjack cuts down trees, which are then sent to a factory where they are stripped of their bark, condensed to a pulp and bleached white, from which we derive paper. If all goes accordingly, a person of esteem is then relied upon, if he may be so generous, to scribble some particular marks on the paper, as a reward to the grateful lumberjack for his hard work. Alas, the refined tree remnants make a full circle and return to the hands of the lumberjack, who goes on with this routine without realizing the seemingly absurd irony of it all.