In a world teetering fearfully on the edge of technological innovation, must we turn humanity, not the working class, mind you, from a political subject to a political one in and for itself?

Oh, goddess of all gods, the manifesto to succeed must speak to our hearts like a poem while poisoning the mind with images and ideas that are dazzlingly far from new. We must open our eyes to the causes of the disturbing changes, exposing possibilities with which our current certainty is pregnant.