That’s what the humanities should do: rebel. That’s how the humanities should go out: definantly. Sovereignly. Biting off its own tongue, spitting it out.
We should just offer it up, everything we’ve learnt. In a sacrificial bonfire. An auto da fé … The highest meaning of life is just a burning up, right? Is just meaninglessness.
A little apocalypse. That’s how the humanities should go out: gloriously. Not just diminishment. Not just administered into nothing.
Philosophy should rise up against its fate, tragically. Gloriously. Just burn upwards.
To what? To God?
God is only a sacrifice, idiot. Just like the stars are sacrifices – a great gratuitous burning. An offering of NOTHING to NOTHING. A fuck you to the universe. Which is really the universe’s fuck you to anything that would make it useful …
Just defiance. It’s not about making the case for our existence. Of having to prove ourselves useful. Of having to justify ourselves in their terms, the enemy’s terms.
The very opposite – that’s what needed. A sacrifice. The great for-nothing of the humanities. Raising our supposedly futility to the highest power.
We should confuse the enemy! Bewilder Organisational Management! Overturn the Organisational Management tables! Show them what philosophy really means!
Go on – you do it. It could be your one-man show.
We have to put an end to it now: our servitude. Acting like we’ll just do their bidding. If we don’t stop it now, they’ll only make more demands.
We need to make a stand! A last stand! But a stand nonetheless! For ourselves! For our subject area! For Philosophy! For the humanities!
Work in Progress 