Capitalism has been a form of enchantment, a metamorphosis of the sacred in the raiment of secularity. With money as its ontological marrow, it represents a moral and metaphysical imagination as well as a sublimation of our desire for the presence of divinity in the everyday world.
Since 1970, temporary labor has become part of the everyday fabric of work across all segments of society, from the bottom to the top.
Taylor Swift’s recent trademarking frenzy is another example of how artists are scrambling to maintain control over their work in the face of the digital tsunami.
Why should we expect that the inner self waiting to be born corresponds to some paid job or profession?
That means, first, that I have to love my neighbor—my colleague—above my own productivity.