There is something deeply strange about how doing the right things is experienced in Western societies. It is fuelled not by the feeling of having actually helped someone, or of having made the world more fair, or of having stood up for something real. It is the feeling of having filled out the form correctly, held the meeting, and ticked every box on the checklist.

The uncomfortable thing is that feeling is often genuinely satisfying. Sometimes it feels better than the thing the checklist was supposed to be about in the first place. But I think that satisfaction—that particular pleasure of bureaucratic completion—is worth examining, because it is not just an annoying personality quirk of people who forget to step back and see the bigger picture. It is a structural feature of how our society works, and understanding it tells us something important about the relationship between power, ethics, and the way we organise our lives together.

The kind of person produced by a society built around individual rights, private property, and the rule of law has been taught, whether consciously or not, that process is morality. The logic goes like this: if we followed the correct procedure, then what we did was, by definition, acceptable. Maybe even good. Did we file the right forms? Did we hold the mandatory community consultation? Did we get the right signatures from the right people in the right order? If yes, then we are off the hook. More than that, we are righteous. We have done our job. We can go home.

In this way, the process itself becomes the ethical act, and the actual outcome for actual people becomes, somehow, secondary. What this means in practice is that ethics get outsourced to procedure. Instead of asking the genuinely hard human questions—did this help? did this cause harm? who benefits and who suffers?—we only need to ask the administrative question: was the process followed? We stop thinking like a person with real, messy responsibilities to other people and start thinking like a risk manager.

The primary job of the capitalist state is to build a predictable and legible environment where capital can move "efficiently," where investments are "safe," contracts are "enforced," and outcomes are "calculable." For that kind of society to function, it needs to replace substantive human values like care, solidarity, and justice with formal, procedural rules. A rule can be written into law, enforced by courts, and audited by bureaucrats, but a relationship of genuine mutual responsibility between people cannot be. So the law steps in to fill the space where ethics used to be. And so, the law does not just become the floor of ethical behaviour—the bare minimum below which we cannot sink—it becomes the ceiling. If something is legal, it is moral. If we followed the process, we are not just cleared of wrongdoing; we are, in the eyes of this system, good people.

We can see this logic playing out everywhere once we start looking for it. Consider the corporate sustainability report during which a company hires consultants to measure its carbon footprint, purchases some offsets, assembles a glossy document full of charts, and presents it at the annual general meeting. The report gets completed, the boxes are ticked, and the process has been followed correctly. There is a real satisfaction in its completeness, in the professionalism of its production. Meanwhile, the fundamental way the company operates—the extraction, the exploitation, the same basic relationship to the environment that created the problem in the first place—continues. The joy was located in the report itself, not in the state of the world the report is supposedly about.

Or consider a lawyer appointed by the state to represent people who cannot afford their own legal counsel. In theory, the job is about justice. In practice, a single public defender might be managing two hundred cases at once. In that situation, the process cannot be about justice for the person sitting across the table; it becomes about moving the docket and processing cases efficiently enough that the system does not collapse under its own weight. The system's actual function, which is to process people as efficiently as possible, gets served. Its stated purpose, which is justice, gets quietly abandoned. Nobody planned for this outcome. Nobody is, individually, to blame for it. The process produced it.

Then there is what has been called the NGO industrial complex: the vast network of non-governmental organisations, aid agencies, and development bodies that have grown up around the world's most persistent crises. In this world, aid gets transformed into grant cycles, logical frameworks, and measurable outputs. How many wells were drilled? How many schools were built and provided computers? How many beneficiaries were reached? These are the questions the process asks, and they are the questions that get answered because they are the questions that can be answered: they can be counted, reported, and presented to donors. The deeper, slower, more political project of actually changing the structural conditions that created the need for the well and a new school in the first place is not something a logical framework can easily capture, so it tends not to be what gets done.

What connects all of these examples is a particular way of making power invisible. When everyone just follows the process, no one is responsible for the outcome. The landlord who evicts a family followed the process: the eviction notice was filed correctly, the legal waiting periods were observed, the court approved the order. The bank that forecloses on a home followed the process. The state that bombs a building it later acknowledges contained civilians followed the process: the targeting was reviewed, the legal advice was sought, the authorisations were obtained. In each case, the process functions as a shield. It takes the moral weight of acting with enormous power over other people's lives and distributes it so thinly across so many procedural steps, so many sign-offs and rubber stamps, that it seems to disappear entirely. Nobody did anything wrong. The system is the system.

This is worth understanding through the lens of commodity fetishism—the idea that under capitalism, what are really social relationships between people come to appear as relationships between things. The worker and the capitalist are not just people in a relationship of unequal power; they appear as labour and capital, as inputs and outputs, as numbers on a spreadsheet. Something similar happens to ethics when they get absorbed into procedure. What is really a relationship of responsibility—my responsibility to you, to our community, to the land we share—gets converted into a series of neutral, technical steps. The human disappears, and the process remains. And because the process appears neutral and technical, it also appears fair. It appears as though power has nothing to do with it.

The particular satisfaction—the perverse joy—that comes from successfully navigating this kind of process is best understood as a kind of anaesthetic. It is a small, reliable hit of good feeling that comes from experiencing oneself as a competent administrator rather than as someone implicated in a system that causes harm. It allows people to go about their professional lives—filing the reports, closing the cases, completing the grant cycles—without having to sit with the discomfort of what that system is actually doing and who it is actually serving. They are not oppressors. They are not complicit. They are just doing their jobs, moving the papers, following the rules. The system is the system, and the system is not them.

But we need a different way of thinking about what a process is for. The only legitimate process is one that is consciously and collectively directed toward a real, substantive goal, such as the redistribution of power and resources. Process should be judged by what it actually produces for actual people, particularly those with the least power. If a process stops serving those goals and becomes an end in itself, becomes a bureaucracy more interested in its own continuation than in the change it was supposed to bring about, then it has failed. It is not redeemed by its bylaws or its quorum. The paperwork does not make it good.

The joy that this alternative points toward is not the clean, contained satisfaction of a completed form. It is messier than that, and more uncertain, and sometimes frightening. It is the feeling that comes from actually building something with other people, from watching people come to understand their own collective power, from seeing solidarity work in practice, from being part of something whose morality lives not in its documentation but in what it does and who it serves. That is a process too. But it is one that never mistakes the report for the world the report is supposed to describe.