I am not a slave to capital. I am a slave to the harsh nature of the world.
I get too hot in summer and too cold in winter. I die of hunger. I am harassed by critters of all sorts.
And when my bed breaks, to keep my fragile spine from straining at night, I _want_ some trees to be cut, some mattresses to be provisioned, some designers to be provisioned etc. And capital is what gets me that, from people I will never meet, who wouldn't blink once if I died tomorrow.
Considering capitalism is a very new phenomenon in human history, how do you think people survived and thrived for the other 248000 years? It's as ludicrous to believe that capitalism is some kind of force of nature as it is to believe kings were chosen by god.
> how do you think people survived and thrived for the other 248000 years?
In small tribes, where everyone knew everyone intimately because they lived together, and everything was managed by feels.
Things like rules, laws, money, banking, hierarchies, well-defined private vs. public ownership, are all things that came with scale, because interpersonal relationships fail to keep group cohesion once it reaches more than ~100 people.
I get too hot in summer and too cold in winter. I die of hunger. I am harassed by critters of all sorts.
And when my bed breaks, to keep my fragile spine from straining at night, I _want_ some trees to be cut, some mattresses to be provisioned, some designers to be provisioned etc. And capital is what gets me that, from people I will never meet, who wouldn't blink once if I died tomorrow.