You want the world to end so you can have Meaning. You think the world’s so meaningless, so fallen, that only the end can give it, like, significance. Your desire for apocalypse is a desire for Truth. And Justice. And Goodness.
The problem is the non-apocalyptic. It’s existence, just endlessly existing. Endlessly ending and rebeginning. To think, it has the temerity to go on. Despite all your wild eschatology. And that’s why you’re eschatological: because you can’t bear it just going on.
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