Come Back to the Five and Dime Dear Spinoza

Spinoza wanted to free God from mysticism. My friend X wants to free his wheelchair from superstition. The symbolic mind is the island we can’t escape. Ernst Cassirer mumbled into his spetzel that we’re creatures of figuration. I bang my spoon. “Yes, Ernst, but the disabled are tarred and feathered by capitalism.” “Ernst, all disabled people are malformed according to capital accumulation. The only way out involves sentimentality. Tiny Tim. Inspiration porn.”

 

Ableism was happy, augmenting his practice, curing people with euthanasia. “Hello, hello? Cassirer, are you still there?”