Our stupidity is immense! Contourless! Impossible to … circumscribe. It’s vast. It’s encompassing. I think our stupidity’s increasing, if anything. Like the night getting darker.
Do you think?
Listen to us, weaving nonsense out of nonsense. Our creatio ex nihilo. Our creation of nothing from nothing from nothing. A miracle! An anti-miracle!
Someone should stop us! Someone should put a stop to this.
What would we be without our stupidity? We wouldn’t be anything. That’s what we are. It’s what defines us. It’s what turns us to one another in recognition. It’s what gives us company.
Everything is waiting. To be delivered from itself. To be lifted from itself. To be changed, in its condition. To be altered.
And we’re waiting, too. To be delivered of our stupidity. But what would happen then?
We did it! But did what? We’re not transformed. We haven’t improved. We carried our stupidity into the university. And the university changed nothing.
Can stupid philosophers philosophise? We can try. Are stupid philosophers even philosophers?
Stupid philosophers can philosophise about their stupidity. But aren't we too stupid?
Work in Progress 