Commodifying the Human Experience

An Existential Perspective

One evening, a young man I’ve never met put on an old shirt belonging to his father who passed away when he was a baby. The young man planned to wear the old shirt on a date with his mother, who teared up once she saw it. He gave her a big, heartfelt hug. I can tell you about this seemingly private moment because it actually wasn’t so private. He held his…