Our School. Our Philosophy. But it wasn’t even Philosophy, that’s the thing.
The philosophy of our times! The philosophy our time deserves!
Only at the edges of Europe can European thought re-emerge, Cicero maintained. Only at its lunatic fringes. Only where it’s despised. Reviled. And only because it’s despised. Reviled.
And only through our stupidity! By way of our stupidity! Our unknowing!
Farcical repetition was the only way anything could survive in this degenerate world. Everything in parody. Everything laughable.
She wanted to laugh at it all. To laugh and laugh until … you died of laugher. Dying with indignity: that’s what she used to talk about.
Like, nihilism on top of nihilism. She wanted to double it up. She wanted to increase the tension. Make living in the world utterly unbearable. Until …
Until what?
Until the messiah of destruction arrives. God was death, that’s what Cicero said. The messiah was the End …
Work in Progress 