One can even be so bold as to say that Luddism is pure Desire in it’s paralyzing form; luddism runs so counter the forward march of the I that if undiluted it would not only stop the forward march of the self, but force it to commit suicide. Overwhelmed by ethical signification emanating from people, nature and artifacts, the self, even if it destroyed the locus of it’s being, would still be haunted by the violence that is committed by the very boundaries of flesh and blood.
WOAH! Too soon for the product, but not for you!
