Don’t they understand that none of this is important? Can’t they see through the world? Why do they play within the rules? Why do they believe in the Matrix? Why can’t they see through it all?
Have they ever hated anything – will all their hearts? Hatred of the world: have they ever known that?
World-perpetuators. World-apologisers. They’re well-adjusted to the world. They fit into it: the world – this world.
They accept the principle of the world. They accept the fundamental order of the world. They accept the world as system. They even love it, the world as system.
They’re world-accepters, not world despisers. They don’t want to clear the world away. They don’t want to see it destroyed. The fact that the world isn’t intolerable to them is the ultimate indictment. The fact that they can bear it go on is what’s incredible.
The fact that they can put up with such things without immediately wanting to kill themselves is unfathomable. The fact that they don’t just want to wink out of existence should only awaken our incredulity.
The capacity for tolerance! Forbearance! The fact that they think it should go on! The fact that it isn’t totally invalidated for them, the whole world. That it should allow itself to exist. That there can be more of it, and yet more. The fact that the world, to them, hasn’t done enough.
The fact that it should go on perpetuating itself, go on existing as a fundamental crime. The fact that there’s always more world, and more after that. The fact that no open has put a stop to it.
The fact that the world hasn’t strangled itself, hasn’t thrown itself from the highest place. The fact that the world hasn’t suicided, hasn’t given up, hasn’t thrown in the towel. The fact that it allows itself to go on, that the world is the world, and will still be the world tomorrow.
The fact that they can simply live in the world, simply be in the world. The fact that they’re not allergic to the world.
The fact that they’re calm, even handed, even voiced. The fact that they’re measured. The fact that they’re not lost in despair. The fact that despair isn’t all that’s visible in their faces. The fact that they appear happy enough, content enough. The fact that they can go about their business. Do their contented thing. With others who are content! With others just like them! With non-despairers! With glad-handers! With happy campers!
The fact that they haven’t felt the imperative to hang themselves! The sirens’ song of suicide! The fact that they do not feel that things cannot go on! Not as they are! Not as they have been! The fact that the order of the world is tolerable to them. That it can and should last. That this is how things are and should be!
The fact that they see no need for a way out. The fact that they don’t want to press the ejector button. The fact that they don’t want to pull the emergency break. The fact that they haven’t yet hung themselves.
Work in Progress 