Passion is a whip. It is a hair shirt. It promises spiritual fulfilment that work cannot ever offer. It coerces people into thinking that suffering is a worthwhile trade for gains our world finds valueless. It lets people be harmed and then blinds them to the fact that they can fight back.
This is particularly true of the arts, whose practice can be an expression of those rare moments of transcendence. Do not confuse those with economics. 2/3
I no longer believe in passion.
Let me clarify. Passion is a word tinged with sexual and religious ecstasy, the very height of human joy, an intensity rarely experienced.
It has nothing to do with labour. Your profession is how you sell your labour power. It is a fundamentally material experience, a requirement of continued existence on this Earth. The idea that the same word can be used for such an extreme of human feeling and simple day-to-day enjoyment of one’s work is a farce. 1/3
Toots from the slow apocalypse
Sunbeam City is a Libertarian Socialist solarpunk instance. It is ran democratically by a cooperative of like-minded individuals.