Capitalism is the mood of dread. Capitalism, the ripping off of the flesh of things, the falling away of all meaning and purpose, the hustle of the grind, is your experience of nothing...so that you may remember meaning as such. Capitalism is your introduction to the abstract, to the beauty of life that is being forgotten. You can feel your dread alone in a room, laboring in an office at a computer, or in line buying a latte. Capitalism is that downward plunge away from a superficiality into the darkness of depth so that you may see the light of this depth. Capitalism is truly Nothing. Its not outside or inside. Its not enacted by anyone. Its our social ritual of feeling dread together. Smile at the crooked official who distributes money to the wealthy...that is his confession booth. Smile at a woman down at her knees in poverty. Her dread will lead her to more beauty. That emptiness will make you open to God for sure. He knows there isnt anything more miserable than it all slipping away and being devoured by other consciousnesses or a $2 coffee. Without capitalism, we would forget about meaning, without capitalism we would not value friendship. Now, capitalism is a turn, a recognition and a surrender to this dread. Capitalism cant be uttered without a silent utterance of heaven. Capitalism is a gospel that God is coming. Jesus Christ, he gave us capitalism, that we may utter his good news. Capitalism can only lead to poetry and love. Capitalism, when spoken by any economist, you can catch his dread. He models when and how people dread. That is his confessional. Capitalism will pull you back from your absence, make you remember it all slips away when its not remembered. Meaning, She, wants you to work for her. Make more meaning! Give my truth a visible place! Wage labor is that religious dread before you decide to work for Meaning. Working for friends is perhaps meanings solution to capitalism. Mullock. You ugly 10 headed beast who only counts the number of obtruding things. Mullock, your breadth is fire on my toiling skin. Mullock, your skin glistens like $$. The air itself is gold. I have become calm in your heat. Mullock, I had never seen before the glory that surrounds you. Mullock, where are my friends?
Posted on: Fri, 14 Mar 2014 13:51:13 +0000
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