Capital (n.) is the Real of our lives, however much we worry about global realities.
Capital (n.) in its self-propelling circulation is the ultimate Real of our lives — a beast that cannot be controlled because it controls our activity.
Capital (n.) is value that has acquired the occult quality of adding value to itself: it brings forth living offspring, or at least lays golden eggs.
Capital (n.) is the Subject, said Marx — so the goal is not to realize the Subject, as Lukács thought of the proletariat, but to abolish it.
Capital (n.) is value become subject: instead of representing relations between commodities, it enters into private relations with itself.
Capital (n.) can never go beyond its limit, not because something resists it but because there is nothing beyond — only the specter of total appropriation the limit itself generates.
Capital (n.) is the Real of our lives: unimaginable sums were spent not on any concrete problem but to restore confidence in the markets — simply to change people's beliefs.
Capital (n.) is the sublime irrepresentable Thing, present only in its effects — while a commodity is a material object that miraculously comes to life, as if endowed with an invisible spirit.