The whole man

"It is a puzzling development, as yet poorly understood, that the “caring” in networks is in some important way feigned. Not maliciously, but in spite of any genuine emotional attractions that might be there, human behavior in network situations often resembles a dramatic act - - matching a script produced to meet the demands of a story. And, as such, the intimate moments in networks lack the sustaining value of their counterparts in community."

— That genius again

The issue here as I see it is one of fundamental human integrity: where and under what circumstances is it permissible to be all that you are? Or is the whole human story one drawn-out condemnation to an existence of fractionalized, part-experiences?

Do we ever get to be whole?

The abomination of our current work-system is that we claim ownership of (i.e. we "purchase") specifically delineated parts of another's life with little to no concern, interest, or respect for the rest of it. As a way of life it is WRONG. It undermines our every effort to preach love, liberty, and virtue. It says, "Those parts of you that I find useful can be commandeered for my own purposes, but my involvement with you stops at that — beyond what I desire in you, you have no rights of existence."

Our very notions of freedom stem from this warped ideology: I am at liberty when I can experience the world and its people only in filtered mono-chrome — inasmuch as I pay for it.

Or them.

"You've no right to behave that way toward me — I paid only for certain parts of you. Leave the rest at the door. You're no whole person on my clock."

It is an abhorrent way to live.

It is fundamentally immoral and completely incongruous with the merciful aims of deity that would turn us into beings of such deep and abiding glory that we would warrant WORSHIP.

Who are we to shatter the human spirit? How have we taken it upon ourselves to dissect our neighbor into so many cuts of meat? To steal from him the harmony of divinity and reduce him to brick and mortar to build up our own fortresses of isolation?

Lord, have mercy!