Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?

"No!" says the man in the Federation, "It belongs to the poor." "No!" says the man in the Empire, "It belongs to God." "No!" says the man in Jita, "It belongs to the corporation." I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... TDA, a corp where the mission runner would not fear the corporation, where the ratter would not be bound by oppressive tax rates, where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, TDA can become your corp as well.