For I am the first and the last.
I am the honored one and the scorned one.
I am the whore and the holy one.
I am the wife and the virgin.
I am the mother and the daughter.
I am the members of my mother.
I am the barren one
and many are her sons.
I am she whose wedding is great,
and I have not taken a husband.
I am the midwife and she who does not bear.
I am the solace of my labor pains.
I am the bride and the bridegroom,
and it is my husband who begot me.
I am the mother of my father
and the sister of my husband
and he is my offspring.
I am the slave of him who prepared me.
I am the ruler of my offspring.
But he is the one who begot me before his birth.
And he is my offspring in due time,
and my power is from him.
I am the staff of his power in his youth,
and he is the rod of my old age.
And whatever he wills happens to me.
I am the silence that is incomprehensible
and the idea whose remembrance is frequent.
I am the voice whose sound is manifold
and the word whose appearance is multiple.
I am the utterance of my name.

– Thunder, Perfect Mind (Nag Hammadi Library)

On this May Day, let us declare the absolute end of the subjectivity of labor. Let us relegate the proletariat to its rightful status as a field of raw material in which corporatist sign-exchange takes place. Let us suspend all fictitious and illegitimate ascriptions of so-called rights to human capital. Let us restore the authenticity of relations between bodies and the Nation in a new flowering of a genuine legitimacy of political order.