Cicero brought us here to be a School. It’s like Avengers Assemble. But without super-powers.
But we have kind of super powers. We have our research interests. We have our scholarship. Driss has his psychofinalism. Barbarossa has his euthanatology. Io has her world history of salvation. Kitten has her pathophilosophy. Shiva has his holy negation. And Fiver …
Fiver is a visionary.
The last philosophical school. A school for the end times. The endless end times.
What does a school supposed to do? Embody thought. Live it. Teach it to others by example. Just, like, showing your philosophy to the world by the way you live. Being the change you want to see, and so on.
Our superior attunements. The depth of our moods. There’s a reason why Cicero assembled us.
We’re an anti-school. A non-school. Forged in the middle of the Organisational Management campus.
Our school of philosophy. Our school of not-even-philosophy. Of not-even-anything.
We haven’t known what we’re for. What our talents are suited to. Our anti-talents. What we’re not so very good at.
Wild laughter and black humour and drunkenness are actually an ethos. A way of life. Just like the Stoics had a way of life. Or the Epicureans.
Contemptus mundi: that’s our motto.
Fuck off with your Latin. I hate your Latin. I can’t actually believe you learnt Latin. I don’t actually believe in your Latin. Driss.
It’s about as good as your Greek.
So what’s our name? What do we call ourselves?
Neo-Gnostics.
We need a better name than that.
Void-lovers. I dunno.
We’re broken people … And did Cicero put us back together again?
Cicero liked our cracks. She liked us broken. Our broken edges. Broken philosophers are real philosophers, that’s what she said. In these times.
Our spiritual exercises. Drinking. Dooming. Living at the coast.
Hangovers are a spiritual exercise – did you know that?
Work in Progress 