Well, striking maybe...
All the men who have vanished, the men you hated, yet dreaded to lose, it is I who have taken them away from you.
Do not attempt to find us. We do not choose to be found. Do not cry that it is our duty to serve you. We do not recognize such duty.
Do not cry that you own us. You don't. Do not beg us to return.
We are on strike, we, the men of the mind.