I don’t want this world. I don’t want to compromise. I don’t want to change the world. I want to leave it to its disaster. I don’t want to perpetuate the existing structure. This system. And I don’t want to replace it. Because what would we replace it with? More of the same. The same fucking horror.
We can’t rebel against the established order of the world is to ask for more order. It’s the usual cycle. The usual renewal of mastery and submission.
There’s a way of living that’s … unassimilable to the world. That doesn’t enter into relation with the world. That’s not part of the administration of all things. That’s just … inexplicable and unaccountable. That’s miraculous – why not use that word? That’s a fucking miracle …
We’re victims of the lower powers. Of the fucking Archons. We’re waiting for some … gnosis. Some Knowledge. That can’t be taught, can’t be learned. That you can’t approach directly. That you can’t even think about. Something … unthinkable.
You can’t overthrow the world, everyone knows that. All you get is more world. Kill the Master and you’ll get a new Master. The world’s not going to change.
Tired of the endless administration of the world. Its ceaseless management. The coordinates we’re given. The social coordinates. The governmental coordinates. The biopolitical coordinates. The philosophical coordinates.
To empty out the fucking mind. Evacuate the fucking world. To achieve some new … subjectivation. Which you have to wait for. Which you can’t just bring about by yourself. And then … and then the question is how to live it. How to stay with it, loyal to it.
There’s a way of living in disgust – pure disgust. A way of living in hatred – pure hatred. Purifying hated. That is even a kind of joy in its purity.
There’s an ethics of … this. There’s a … transcendental experience that’s still possible. A point of leverage. There are encounters. Where you’re not engulfed by the worldly. Where it’s about the void – holding yourself out into the Nothing. When it’s about a new way of living. A way of life …
You have to hold on to the decision to depart. To purify yourself from the world. Without duplicity. Without hesitation. You have to find a true heading. A true destination.
No more philosophy, even. Because philosophy is always about reconciling us with the world. Or with some projected future reconciliation, when everything’s going to be fine. No more philosophy …
It’s a matter of an anti-life. An anti-biography. A personal … revolution. That breaks with what’s gone before.
Absolute revolt. As absolute as a saint … A total rejection of the world. Like those early ascetics. Driving themselves out of all comfort. Of all assurance. Wagering themselves. Struggle alone in the wilderness. Heroically, like, anonymous.
Pure refusal. Pure retreat. Pure withdrawal. Just … subtraction from this world.
You can’t do anything about the horror. No redemptive promises. No theodicies, or versions of theodicies, when everything terrible that’s happened can be justified. Nothing that would posit an intelligibility to history, capital H. Because history is only exile. Alienation.
It’s not about what we think. It’s not about our own thinking. It’s not about being the subject or author of our own thought. The void thinks – in our place.
A negative philosophy. A hyperphilosophy … or a hypertheology.
We can say nothing positive about the void. There’s no affirmative proposition we can attach to it.
We have to resist social reality. Social power. We have to fall out of the socially constituted word.
A negative philosophy. A negative theology. A negative politics. An anti-politics.
A pure end. Absolved of any means through which it might be realised. Of any obstacle that stands in its way.
Faith in faith. Faith as a spiritual discipline. That has nothing to do with a religion, a politics. A faith that looks beyond this world, and its dependence on this world.
Work in Progress 