We have to reach perfect hopelessness. Absolutely de fucking profundis.
Once we complete nihilism. Once we perfect it. Once we see things for what they are.
What then?
Then … then it will show itself.
The perfect nihilist can see that the world lacks nothing. That it’s self-enclosed. Integral. Full as it is. Completely saturated with itself. And that’s the problem. Because what it lacks is nothing. What it lacks … is what it’s not.
We cannot trust this world – can’t you see? We have to regard it as fallen. And ourselves as fallen. We have to see it in the worst possible light. And ourselves: In the worst possible light! Then and only then …
There’s a new faith … which is made from doubt and disbelief. Which creates itself out of nothing – the divine nothing. God has to spring anew from his nothingness.
There’s a … horrific vision. And that’s important. Creation stripped to the bone. Naked … facticity.
What there is as horror.
We have to nihilize the world. The whole creaturely realm. It’s not some holy gift. It’s not some magic …
There’s a use for disenchantment. It’s … demystifying. It shows the world as what it is: dead matter. Just … death. It shows that there can be no reconciliation between world and God. Between creatures and the creator. It shows that there’s … separation. There must be. Which means there can be no truce between you and the world.
Have to hold on to the nihilistic perception. Have to hold on to what creatureliness shows us. The worst the world becomes, the greater the chance for redemption. The stronger the messianic impulse…
Everything has to sink to the lowest level. The world has to be shown as being perfect guilty, perfectly culpable. As being worthy only of being destroyed. The redemption needs dread and ruin.
Fuck the beatific vision. God isn’t revealed through the world. God and the world are antagonistic. God doesn’t just shine through the world.
There’s a religious use that can be made of nihilism.
There’s a nihilism that arises from the rejection of reality. That knows the world as … disgusting …
As if meaning was just given in the order of things as they are.
The question of the meaning of the world has to be felt in its true acuteness. We have to know the world as illuminated by nothing, by no meaning, by no direction.
There’s a promise. A grain of meaning: that’s what I want. A turn … in nihilistic meaninglessness.
Exodus now – not apocalypse now. Exit now.
We have to pass beyond nihilism. To where? To what? To God, of course.
We need a spiritual awakening. We need to awaken from this world. From this hell.
It isn’t hell. Only someone mad would regard it as hell.
Work in Progress 