What is our freedom? Perversity. The capacity to be perverse. To be strange. Negation. Negativity. That’s how we show it. Our philosophy. Our questioning. That we’re not just victims.
What are we then?
Negators. Nihilists, if you like.
Hatred – that’s what out freedom has contracted into. That’s what it’s become. Some point of negativity. Some seed of negativism. That’s what it’s made us into, the system.
Only hatred is left to us.
That’s what love’s become: hatred. Our capacity for friendship: hatred.
And what we hate is what we have in common. An instinct of hatred toward the same things. An instinct for horror at the same things. A basic flinching – a recoil at the same things. It's what saves us. It’s what keeps us together, in dark times.
The same sense of machinery working in the dark. That there are vast and shady … manipulations. Power-grabs and counter power-grabs. Great armies clashing in the dark.
The same sense that there are shifting planes of darkness, that’s all. Powers. Principalities. That we can’t even catch a glimpse of our true rulers.
Work in Progress 