quoth the madman

gaytaboo:
“ “I love you, son,” Dad said, massaging my chest as he gazed down into my face. “You’re the only good thing I ever did.”
He did me all night.
”

In fact, however, when the limited bourgeois form is stripped away, what is wealth other than the universality of individual needs, capacities, pleasures, productive forces etc., created through universal exchange? … The absolute working-out of his creative potentialities, with no presupposition other than the previous historic development, which makes this totality of development, i.e. the development of all human powers as such the end in itself, not as measured on a predetermined yardstick? Where he does not reproduce himself in one specificity, but produces his totality? Strives not to remain something he has become, but is in the absolute movement of becoming?
— Marx, Grundrisse, p. 488


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