The void … that’s the ultimate topic of our lecturers. Their object. Their subject, too. The void’s what our lectures are about, and what ultimately gives our lectures. What speaks through us, as we lecture.
All’s lost, and everything’s lost and there’s no point in anything: that’s what we’re showing them … It means they never have to be fooled. It means they can’t be deceived.
The void: that’s the lesson. The nothing at the heart, the hollowness at the core.
The void, that isn’t nothingness, isn’t being. The overturning. The neither one not the other. The ceaseless … vacillation. That never settles.
There’s no there there. There’s nothing there. Just disappearance. Just wandering. Blankness.
The void. Where God unravels. Where God gives unto … what? A roaring. A blankness.
The void … that’s what we call it. That’s the only name, The void: and it’s not even a name. It’s the absence of a name.
The void’s everywhere. This is the time of the void. The game is fucking up.
Only now is the void revealing itself as what it was, all along. Only now are the true conditions revealing themselves.
This is what revelation was, all along. But now it’s showing itself in its nothingness. As just: the void. As the echoing nothing. As the voiding of it all.
Doing the void’s work. Doing the void’s unwork. The great erosion.
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