The Organisational Managers are utopians, that’s the thing. They believe in this. That they’re doing good. For humanity. They believe that they’re saving us, and saving the world.
Their manner is modest, but they have the greatest ambition. The Organisational Managers think they have it all worked out.
This is the culmination of some, like, centuries-old dream.
They think you have it solved. They think it’s all just an organisational problem. A managerial problem. And that utopia is basically at hand.
They just weren’t organised enough, before. They didn’t manage properly: that was the problem. They didn’t have the digital tools. But they have now.
The Organisational Management campus is some vast blasphemy. It's the tower of Babel. Of course it is. It’s the Babylonian captivity, all over again. It’s every wicked city in the Bible.
Maybe we’re successively reincarnated to fight this. Over and over again. Us. Different versions of us. Since Babel, Since Babylon. Since the Egyptian captivity …
I like that Idea. I like being world-historical.
So the Organisational Managers are supposed to say, if it wasn’t for those meddling philosophical kids …
The Organisational Management campus is the desert. It’s the testing ground.
A new barrenness, a new scantness, a new emptiness. A new hostility! Which demands, in its turn, a new wakefulness! A new vigilance!
Work in Progress 