No Escape

It is with a staggering alienation and a criminal manifestation of capitalism that a vocation dies, and many have no idea that their lives can, and could have been, centered on some project that would at least have been tolerable. If one takes Sartre's transcendence and applies it to every human endeavor, then one can see how easily any human life is alienated. Jean-Paul seems to complaint in exquisite fashion about any, even minor, affect upon the traveling of a human to themselves through time, and that is what we do when we are not alienated. We come to be within everyday activity. It is death, a slow dying, and the accompanying torture that propels most humans into a future locked into debt and social obligation.

Our fear is that such a condition is ordinary for most humans, that alienation is not merely common but necessary for the species. Who will remove the garbage to the landfill? Who will fix the furnace and mop the floors? Will those tasks be permanent means of living for many? Who will be able to express themselves and be compensated?