Towards the Titans

This is a little article about Ernst Jünger’s concept of The Worker.

ONE

In Greek mythology, the Titans descended from primordial deities (Mother Earth and Father Sky) and preceded the twelve Olympians (like Zeus or Poseidon).

TWO

The Worker is a “Type”, like the Warrior, the Scholar or the Priest. Men work with their bare hands, then with tools, then with machines.

With the help of steam, then electricity, these engines became more and more powerful.

THREE

The first consequence of this “progress” is that men are losing contact with the work itself :

  • The baker orders tons of flour and prepares his dough with huge machines.
  • The soldier is in a room, drone-killing men thousand miles away.
  • The sailor is a cargo pilot with computers.

No more sails to use to feel the wind. No more spear and shield to fight an enemy eye-to-eye. No bread to knead any more…

Every gain involves loss

FOUR

The second consequence of this progress is, as the machines become more and more powerful, men become more and more powerful, with almost God’s powers. Atomic bombs look like Zeus’ fury. Emailing a book in Japan takes one second. We use rockets to go to space, we fly in huge planes. It’s… titanesque! Titanic or Herculean, right? These words…

FIVE

The conclusion is in the RMS Titanic boat. Almost 900 feet long, so big and powerful that it was said unsinkable, right?

Jünger says that the Titanic disaster (1600 casualties) is an archetypal warning. The name of the ship, the arrogance of men, the power given by technology, the cut from “reality” and nature, is like a symbol of what happens to men who want to be Titans.

 

Thanks for reading!

 

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The “Titanic Octet” state : stop panicking & arrange twinkles

The beginning is this : when you’re in a group, in a system, when everyone panics and runs, trying to save the situation from a complete wreckdisaster.

Imagine you’re working in a store in December. It’s crowded like hell. You need forty employees to make it work, but there’s a flu epidemic and you have ten persons on board. Donc, so, yes : it’s a disaster and everything is falling apart. Everybody runs to (try to) save the day. Mais c’est la catastrophe !

It can be fun, funny, at least sarcastically funny, right? When people begin to laugh (inside their belly, or really) because it’s all crazy, right?

This article is about AFTER that state. When you now know that the boat will sink, you and your colleagues stop trying to plugseal all holes. You take your instruments and you all quietly begin to play.

When you can’t save the situation, and after you laughed watching many little panics and disasters around you, there’s an understanding : you reach a quiet place where you feel like a zen tree in the middle of a storm.

Then, in this calm, you arrange sparkles where you can : a smile, a five-seconds quiet dialog, a treasure. You do your 2% of good thing in the middle of the catastrophe. It’s not about resistance anymore, it’s about humming, life poetry and micro-elegance :


offering glimmering moments for those who can notice it…

Breathe! Thanks for reading!

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