There is no calling done out of love,
only a workplace one stays in out of love.
A society where everyone wishes to be the boss,
a society where, if you are not the boss, you get exploited.
A society with no craftsmen, only peddlers,
a society overflowing in the end with cheapness.
A society in which there's nothing one wants to do,
but, out of anxiety, exchange value is hoarded just in case;
a society in which there's nothing one wants to protect,
but one fights and competes, swept along by the crowd.
A society with nothing actually worth exchanging,
and yet only exchange value remains.
The ones who need it, the ones who are desperate, end up missing their chance,
while for those addicted to anxiety it piles up as surplus and rots;
a society that worships surplus out of anxiety.
A society not so much living as fading away,
a society like fish in a fish farm, like animals in a cage.
A society fiercely competing,
and yet with nothing - no one - to actually compete against.
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A society with workplaces but no vocations
This English version was translated by Claude.
