We don’t know how to use our hands and our bodies any more. We can’t make things, practical things. We don’t know how to grow food, to fix a roof, or build a wall. Some of us do, but many of us don’t. A return to making things by hand could be a route to that change, greater meaning and purpose, and a happier life.
Their song It seemed louder and deeper than before. Like as if every branch of every tree held a blackbird. Someone told me that because there is so little traffic on the roads and less human activity generally, it means the birds can complete their entire song, not just a small part.
I lay in bed last night, and as per usual, I was thinking about work. I had been watching a Noam Chomsky lecture on capitalism and the social order earlier in the evening. I wondered how each of us can go about creating work that matters, something that brings value to ourselves and others without the overbearing and often manipulative motivation to meet market need. I thought, how about…
It seems to me, that when others require your compliance, be it for what they consider the greater good or indeed their own good, they are prepared to forgo their humanity. The rules, bureaucracy take precedence.
Once we accept the concept of work is something meaningful, not just the source of a buck, you don’t have to worry about finding enough jobs. There’s no excuse for mules any more. Society doesn’t need them.
From this observers perspective, this gushing all over each other is unsubstantial insofar as it is unsustainable. It is a flourishing of naivety. It is an over-the-top response typical of a global population incapable of holding the middle ground in the event of dramatic change.
COVID-19 has brought the global economy to almost a complete standstill. Where I live, the authorities allow nobody to work, unless you’re part of the emergency response. Any commercial activity can be pretty much attributed to vital services and communications. We’re in a kind of no-man’s-land regarding work.