This is our pilgrimage, to the Organisational Management Christmas party. This is our anti-pilgrimage.
A journey to a distant place, in search of new meaning, of a higher good: that’s a pilgrimage. To search for wholeness, for personal transformation. To undertake an act of penance. A break from daily life …
And this? A journey, yes, but in rejection of new meaning – fake meaning. Of Organisational Management meaning. A search for wholeness? For the greater whole, rather; beyond the fake whole of the Organisational Management campus. Beyond the imitation whole. A search for personal transformation, in an act of penance? For a way to resist the transformation, rather. To remain unmanageable.
Across the campus. Across the campus pavement.
We should hang ourselves! Leave our bodies swinging from some lamppost. From some surveillance tower. Our philosopher’s bodies. Because this is where they killed philosophy …
Come on – we’re not exactly philosophers, are we? Just because we work in a Philosophical Studies. I mean, it’s not as if we’ve thought great thoughts. Or are thinking them. Or will think them.
The only hope is to deepen the farce. To deepen the nihilistic fall.
Work in Progress 