puzzles me how the reward for someone aching w/ 'world's pain' is so easily petty, selfish, ordinary love; how self-proclaimed selfless activists end up as fearing, comfortable and conforming bourgeois. the detour was a smokescreen. hormonal domestication is all it takes to unfang.
This litlle gem echoes Godard and Bergman; evocatively it elaborates the equation: 'loneliness is autarky' but 'autarky' is lack of reciprocal recognition both at the intimate level and amidst national (Greek junta) and international (Vietnam war) upheaval. The noisy 'throwness' of being-in-the world matches the cacophony of a world in turmoil, spiraling in the ultimate silence of an ideologically abstract 'autarky'.