Grant McCracken writes,
Accident might be the enemy of individualism. If we are forsaking choice, we are forsaking the very apparatus we use to craft the self. No? Clearly, accident is better than ennui but I can’t help wondering whether it isn’t also the end of empire, a certain cultural regime that is. If we cease making choices might we not begin to grow ever more faint, ever more Cheshire. What happens to our individualism without choice?
Or maybe, and this is the more interesting anthropological possibility, we are finding new ways to invent the self. It’s less about the choice we control and more about the accident we embrace. And that would be really interesting.
What do you think?