Temptation

Don’t be tempted, postgraduates. Don’t heed the Siren call. Don’t cross over to Organisational Management.

Don’t be fooled by all this prosperity, postgraduates. Don’t be fooled by these tall buildings. Success is not for you. You’re not made for success. Success will ruin you.

Don’t let your heads be turned, postgraduates. This is a fallen world, and you, too, must remain fallen.

You belong to the wastes outside this campus, postgraduates. To the stony ground. Your lives … will not be long. Your days will probably be painful. But they will be lives of integrity. Even as they appear to be lives of dissipation.

 

Don’t believe their promises, postgraduates. Lies and more lies. And bright lies! Triumphant lies!

We have to hold on to our despair. It’s real, our despair. It’s an instinct that we have. It means we understand. Not cognitively, though we might work on that. But affectively.

*Hope … is not for you, postgraduates. And especially sham hope … Organisational Management hope.

Hope for the end. Hoping for the great full stop. Do so in resignation – infinite resignation. As knights of resignation.

 

Organisational Management is the idol, postgraduates. Organisational Management is the golden calf.

They understand what we want; what we crave: order. A structure that makes sense. Meaning.

But meaning can only be revealed through the deepest meaninglessness.

Meaning demands a trial through which you have to pass, postgraduates. A depth to which you have to sink.

 

If there’s one thing we’ve known, it’s failure, postgraduates. It’s stupidity.

And our failure hasn’t even begun! And our stupidity hasn’t fallen as far as will! We’re at the beginning, not the end!

What remains? To plumb the depths of depth. Of this world. Of this horror. Of this campus, which attempts to hide the horror. But only reveals it anew – in a new way.