the (sunless) gleaners

We've been beaten down so low. Exiled from the natural elements -- from the natural activity that invested in our body and soul, that let us be open under the moon and sun. It may have been hard work, but we were open. We had freedom. In the air of the open space, the work chains may have been, but they were looser. They let us breathe.

Now those chains imprison us before birth, our path held captive by the beast. Couped in boxes and ceilings and with our souls dimming under false lights, we've been beaten down so low that many of us have resigned. We tell ourselves and our young, that's the way things are. So deeply incarcerated by the assembly line that our time-worn minds are crippled even to comprehend existing without the seize of capitalism.

The machinic beast has rendered us into merely logic -- schools for GPAs and SATs to attend universities for GPAs and degrees, and all for a stable office job -- true intelligence disillusioned by commerce, and the search for knowledge and understanding lost in the pursuit.

Capitalism was an inevitable economic revelation, but there is a transition to be made past it, toward sustainment.