Η Θεια πολιτεια

  I keep thinking about a scene I've seen too many times. Someone stumbles, loses a job, a relationship, their mind a little and the first thing the world asks is: what did you do wrong? Not out of curiosity. Out of relief. Because if it's their fault, it can't happen to us. That's not new. But something has sharpened it. The language of markets has crept into everything into hospitals, into friendships, into the way we talk to ourselves at 2am. You are your productivity. Your pain is a liability. And if you can't pull yourself up, well you failed to invest in your own resilience, didn't you? I was raised inside a different logic, even if I couldn't name it then. The Greek Orthodox tradition what some call Romeosyne holds something that sounds almost embarrassingly simple.A person doesn't exist alone. Not really. You are, in some deep sense, made of the people around you. Their suffering lands in you. Not as a problem to be managed, but as something you ...