I know he doesn’t love me. How could he love me? And yet something deep inside me can’t help trembling with fear to think that maybe, in spite of everything, he loves me.
Simone Weil, “Prologue” from La connaissance surnaturelle (my own translation)
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Working class people: Maybe you could also support progressive legislation to actually make our lives easier? Living wage, universal healthcare & education, subsidies to communities rather than to corporations, etc.? Maybe you could be less capitalist and technocratic?
Democrat establishment: What was that? We couldn’t hear you over the sound of all the bombs we dropped and all the political interference abroad we facilitated.
