Our transcendental awfulness. Our transcendental stupidity. Out transcendental witlessness. Our transcendental idiocy. The way we compound our idiocy with meta-idiocy. Transcendental idiocy. The way we double up our stupidity. Triple it up. With transcendental idiocy and transcendental transcendental idiocy.
An infinite spiralling of idiocy. Great feedback loops of stupidity. Squealings. Howls. Roars. Shakings. Howlings. It’s deafening.
Proof that there is no God. Proof that there never was an intelligent design. Proof that it’s all just random. Chaotic. Control-less. Proof that it was never about survival of the fittest.
Proof of what? That the universe mocks itself. Life laughs at itself. That time is going on just for laughs. That life exists for laughs. That’s all going on in farce and deeper farce. We can only make sense of our lives as ongoing sacrifices. As exercises in futility and worse. Exercises in destruction.
We repent! Of course we do! But do we repent deeply enough? Are we our own scourges? Are we sincere in our penitence? Do we really mean it?
Self -loathing: is that it? Or is it a loathing of the conditions that produced us? Is it a transcendental hatred? For the transcendental conditions of our idiocy?
A loathing of what allowed us to exist …
But perhaps we have a redemptive power. A messianic role. That all is not quite lost, after all. By dint of how greatly we are lost, we are not lost. Because of the destructiveness of our presence, things might not be destroyed, after all.
Work in Progress 