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Vita activa is Latin for “the active life”, and vita contemplativa means “the contemplative life”. For most of Western history the two names marked a ranking: the life of thought, devoted to truths that never change, stood above the life of doing, devoted to politics, business and the household. Hannah Arendt’s The Human Condition (1958), which she published in German in 1960 under the title Vita activa oder Vom tätigen Leben, turned that old pair into a diagnosis of modern life. She split the active life into labor, work and action, and argued that modern societies have let the lowest of the three, labor, swallow the others, while contemplation lost its standing altogether.

The meme puts the stakes in two panels. In the top one, a lone figure “living without philosophy” steps on a rake and takes the handle to the face. In the bottom one, “living philosophically”, a whole crowd vaults over a staircase full of rakes with acrobatic poise, and at least one of them still gets hit. Philosophy does not remove the rakes. It turns stepping on them into a practice, a shared one, and occasionally into an art. That is close to the question Arendt kept asking: what happens to a life that only reacts, and what would it take to think about what we are doing while we do it?

Two Lives, One Very Old Quarrel

The contrast begins with the Greeks. In the first book of the Nicomachean Ethics Aristotle names three candidate lives: the life of pleasure, the political life and the contemplative life (bios theoretikos). In the tenth book he crowns the last. Contemplation, theoria, is the most self-sufficient activity a human being can have, the most continuous, and the only one loved purely for its own sake. A life of practical virtue, of acting well in the city, comes second. It is still a happy life, Aristotle says, but in a secondary way, because it depends on circumstances and other people in a way that thinking does not.

Aristotle added a twist that later readers often forget. In the Politics (Book VII, chapter 3) he insists that the active life need not be directed at other people, and that thoughts pursued for their own sake are more active than any others. Contemplation, for him, was not idleness. It was the most intense kind of activity there is, simply one that produces nothing outside itself.

The Greeks also knew the joke. In Plato’s Theaetetus (174a) Socrates tells of Thales, the first philosopher, who was gazing at the stars and fell into a well, while a witty Thracian servant girl mocked him for wanting to know what was in the heavens without seeing what lay at his feet. It is the oldest version of the rake meme. The contemplative steps on what the active person sees coming.

Christianity inherited the ranking and gave it a new picture. In the Gospel of Luke (10:38 to 42) Jesus visits two sisters: Martha rushes about serving, Mary sits at his feet and listens, and Jesus says that Mary has chosen the better part. For centuries Martha and Mary stood for the active and the contemplative life. Augustine, in the City of God (Book XIX, chapter 19), allowed three kinds of life, the leisured, the active and a combination of both, and warned that nobody should be so leisured as to forget the neighbour or so busy as to have no time for contemplation. Thomas Aquinas, in the Summa Theologiae, declared the contemplative life better in itself, yet praised as best of all the life that contemplates and hands the fruits of contemplation on to others, a phrase the Dominican order took as its motto. As Arendt notes, the Latin term vita activa itself began life in this tradition, as the standard medieval translation of Aristotle’s bios politikos.

Why Arendt Called Her Book Vita Activa

Arendt was not a fan of the label philosopher. In a famous 1964 television interview with Günter Gaus she said she did not belong to the circle of philosophers and that her profession, if one could speak of it at all, was political theory. The Human Condition shows why. It opens not with Plato but with Sputnik. In October 1957, she writes, an earth-born object was launched into the universe, and some people greeted it as a first step towards escaping the earth itself. Arendt treated that hope as a symptom. Her proposal, she says in the prologue, is “very simple”: “to think what we are doing”.

Her complaint about the tradition is subtle. Because philosophers ranked contemplation so far above everything else, they never looked closely at the active life. From the heights of the vita contemplativa all doing looked alike, a single unquiet blur of busyness, and the real differences inside it disappeared. Arendt wanted to restore those differences. Her book is, among other things, an attempt to describe the vita activa as if for the first time, without assuming that it is merely the thing thinkers must escape in order to think.

The German title she chose for her own translation makes the aim explicit: Vita activa, or On the Active Life. Many readers in Germany still know the book by that name, which is why the Latin phrase is as closely tied to Arendt today as it once was to Aquinas.

Labor, Work and Action: Arendt’s Three Activities

Arendt divides the active life into three activities, each matching a basic condition of human existence. She borrowed the first distinction from John Locke, who spoke of “the labour of his body and the work of his hands”, and pressed it further than Locke ever intended.

Labor answers to life itself. It is everything we do to keep the body going: growing and cooking food, cleaning, caring, the endless round of producing what will be consumed almost at once. Its products do not last, and that is the point. You wash the dishes and they are dirty again by evening. Labor is necessary, cyclical and, in the strict sense, futile, because it leaves nothing behind. Arendt argued that the Greeks despised it not because slaves did it but the other way round: they held slavery to be justified because labor was a submission to necessity that a free person should escape. It is a chilling observation, made without approval, about how the most celebrated democracy of antiquity bought its freedom.

Work answers to worldliness. It is the fabrication of durable things, tools, tables, houses, books, cities, which together form a human world that outlasts each of us and stands between us and nature. Work has a clear beginning and end, guided by a model in the mind of the maker, and its products endure. Its characteristic figure is homo faber, man the maker, and its danger is a habit of mind: seeing everything, including other people and eventually meaning itself, as means to an end.

Action answers to plurality, to the fact that, in Arendt’s phrase, “men, not Man, live on the earth and inhabit the world”. It is what happens directly between people, through speech and deeds, without a product. In acting we reveal who we are, as opposed to what we are, our talents and qualities. Action is rooted in natality, the fact that each of us is born as a new beginning and can begin something new. It is also unpredictable and irreversible: nobody controls the consequences of a deed once it enters the web of human relationships. Arendt found the remedies for these two burdens in two very human capacities, forgiving, which releases us from what we have done, and promising, which binds an uncertain future. For her, action was the political activity par excellence, and the one that modernity was in the process of losing.

How Labor Swallowed the World

The heart of the book is a story of reversal. Arendt dates the modern age from three events: the discovery of America, the Reformation with its seizure of church property, and Galileo’s telescope. The telescope matters most for our question. When Galileo turned an instrument on the sky and found that the senses had been deceiving us about the heavens, the old confidence that truth reveals itself to patient contemplation broke. Knowledge, it now seemed, came from making and testing, from instruments and experiments. The maker displaced the thinker. Contemplation lost its rank, and homo faber took the top spot in the hierarchy of the active life.

It did not last. In Arendt’s telling the maker was in turn displaced by the laborer. Once the highest value is no longer the durable world but the life process itself, the ceaseless cycle of production and consumption, everything is measured by whether it keeps that process running. Goods become consumables, built to be used up and replaced. Work is reorganised along the lines of labor, broken into repetitive tasks. The citizen becomes a jobholder, and the public question of how we should live together is quietly replaced by the administration of a household the size of a nation, which Arendt called the rise of the social.

She was sharp about Karl Marx in this connection. Marx, she argued, understood something true about the modern world when he made labor the defining activity of humanity, and then contradicted himself: his vision of a free society was one in which humanity would be liberated from labor. If labor is the essence of man, what is left when it is abolished? Arendt’s answer is the most quoted line in the book’s prologue. Automation, she warned, threatens to give us “a society of laborers without labor, that is, without the only activity left to them. Surely, nothing could be worse.”

Read in an age of artificial intelligence, the sentence has lost none of its edge. The fear is not simply unemployment. It is a society that has organised its entire sense of meaning around jobs and then finds the jobs disappearing, without having kept any other idea of what a human life is for. If the only answer to “what do you do?” is a job title, a world without jobs is a world without answers.

Where, then, did Arendt still see action alive? Not in parliaments run as administrations, but in moments when ordinary people suddenly began something together. In On Revolution (1963) she praised the town meetings of the American Revolution and the councils that sprang up, again and again, in revolutionary situations, from the Paris Commune to the workers’ and neighbourhood councils of the Hungarian uprising of 1956. These councils rarely lasted. For Arendt that did not diminish them. They showed that the capacity to act had not been abolished, only buried, and that it could reappear wherever people met as equals to decide something that mattered to them. Her hope was never a return to Athens. It was that such moments would find spaces where they could last a little longer.

What Happened to the Vita Contemplativa

Arendt did not mourn the old hierarchy. She thought it had hidden the active life from view, and she had no wish to put the philosopher back on his throne. But she did think that something had been lost with it, and late in her life she turned to it directly. Her final project, The Life of the Mind, was planned in three parts: thinking, willing and judging. She completed the first two. When she died in December 1975, the page that was to begin the third volume, on judging, was found in her typewriter, bearing only the title and two epigraphs. Mary McCarthy edited the surviving volumes for publication in 1978.

The trigger for the project was not Aristotle but Adolf Eichmann. Reporting on his trial in Jerusalem, Arendt had been struck that the organiser of mass deportations seemed neither demonic nor stupid but strangely unable to think, a man who spoke in clichés and never seemed to stop and consider what he was doing. That observation, which she summarised in the much misunderstood phrase “the banality of evil”, raised a question the old vita contemplativa had never asked: could the activity of thinking itself, the silent dialogue of the self with itself, be among the conditions that keep people from doing evil?

Already in The Human Condition she had named thoughtlessness as one of the outstanding features of her time, the complacent repetition of truths that had become trivial and empty. And she ended that book with a sentence of Cato’s, handed down by Cicero, that gives contemplation its due without ranking it above everything else: “Never is he more active than when he does nothing, never is he less alone than when he is by himself.” It is Aristotle’s point about thought as the most active activity, restated by a woman who spent her life arguing for politics.

Byung-Chul Han: The Hyperactive Animal Laborans

The most influential contemporary heir of this debate is the Korean-German philosopher Byung-Chul Han. In The Burnout Society (German 2010), which includes a chapter titled Vita Activa, he argues that Arendt’s diagnosis needs updating. Her animal laborans was a creature of passive mass society. Today’s laborer, Han says, is hyperactive: an entrepreneur of the self, exploiting himself in the name of freedom and achievement, and burning out rather than being oppressed.

Han went further in a book whose very title answers Arendt’s, Vita Contemplativa, published in German in 2022 with the subtitle “or on inactivity”. His argument is that we have lost the capacity for purposeless rest, for lingering, for festivals and rituals, and for the kind of attention that does not want anything from its object. Where Arendt worried that we had lost action, Han worries that we have lost the ability to stop acting at all. Corporate wellness programmes that sell mindfulness as a productivity tool are, for him, a perfect illustration: contemplation recruited into the service of labor. We explored that argument in our article on Byung-Chul Han and the burnout society.

The two thinkers disagree more than their shared vocabulary suggests. For Arendt the remedy lay in the public realm, in speaking and acting with others. For Han it lies in the capacity to withdraw, to do nothing, and to let things be. Read together, they mark the two exits from the hamster wheel: the town square and the quiet room.

The Critics: Was Arendt Too Greek?

The Human Condition is a brilliant book with obvious weak points, and its critics have found most of them. The first is its model. Arendt’s ideal of political action is drawn from the Greek polis, a community of free male citizens whose freedom rested on the unpaid labor of women and slaves in the household. Arendt said so openly, but critics have asked whether a theory of freedom built on that model can avoid inheriting its exclusions. The poet Adrienne Rich, for one, was struck that a book so concerned with labor had so little to say about the work women had done for millennia in the home.

The second weak point is her sharp line between the political and the social. Arendt wanted politics to be about freedom and appearance, not about bread, wages and housing, which belonged for her to the realm of necessity. Hanna Pitkin devoted a whole book, The Attack of the Blob (1998), to Arendt’s concept of the social, which seems in her writing to creep over everything like a monster from a 1950s film. If questions of poverty are not political, many readers ask, what is? Seyla Benhabib, more sympathetic, called Arendt a reluctant modernist: a thinker who used Greek categories to defend modern freedoms she could not quite bring herself to name in modern terms.

Even her critics tend to grant the core insight, though. The distinction between keeping ourselves alive, building a lasting world and acting together with others is a useful lens on almost any life. Most of us can say, on any given day, which of the three we have been doing, and most of us suspect that the first has been eating the other two.

The Rake and the Thracian Maid

So which life should you choose? The honest answer from the history of this debate is that nobody serious ever chose just one. Aristotle needed a city to contemplate in. Augustine warned against leisure that forgets the neighbour. Aquinas praised the life that thinks and passes its thinking on. Arendt wrote a book about action and ended it with a sentence in praise of solitary thought. Even Han, the champion of inactivity, publishes books at a steady pace.

What the tradition offers instead is a set of questions. Is what I am doing today keeping me alive, building something that will last, or beginning something with other people? Have I had any moment in which I thought about what I was doing rather than just doing it? Is my rest real rest, or just labor with the screen turned the other way? These are not the questions of a philosopher sitting outside life. They are the questions of someone in the middle of it, which is where the meme puts us.

The Thracian maid was right that Thales should have watched his step. Thales, according to another story in Aristotle’s Politics, was right too: when people mocked his poverty as proof that philosophy was useless, he used his knowledge of the stars to forecast a good olive harvest, rented all the olive presses in advance and made a fortune, just to show that philosophers could be rich if they wanted, but that this was not what they cared about. Living philosophically does not mean never stepping on a rake. It means knowing why you are on the staircase, choosing some of the rakes yourself, and occasionally landing the jump.