The moral actualization is real; it comes slowly at first, but then you realizing you’re changing and there’s nothing else you can do; the stream of life as its conditioned by a credit card, phone, public transportation, and so on, slows down, trickles to a halt. Suddenly, the stream is a pond and you’re sinking, you can’t swim, you never learned — you were used to being carried away by the stream.
Global, centralized systems exist to arrest the flight of the tragic and clip its wings. Global capitalism — that vast, unwieldy abstraction — exists to keep tragedy at a distance — over there…
