“A Baker wears a hat, but this is not our hat. Gentlemen, prepare to wear the hat. You have wondered, perhaps, why all real accountants wear hats? They are today’s cowboys. As you will be. Riding the American range. Riding herd on the unending torrent of financial data. The eddies, cataracts, arranged variations, fractious minutiae. You order the data, shepherd it, direct its flow, lead it where it’s needed, in the codified form in which it’s apposite. You deal in facts, gentlemen, for which there has been a market since man first crept from the primeval slurry It is you—tell them that. Who ride, man the walls, define the pie, serve.”
It seems like the very act of self-mythologizing, of maybe even subjectifying, invites or precipitates a decline. A decline from what? It doesn’t have anything to do with the usual po-mo tropes of entropy or plot, but rather because subjectification always already demarcates (limits) that which may otherwise be limitless. That makes me kind of sad to think about.
