Always madness with us. Always the mounting to some mad apocalyptic conclusion.
We lack any sense of proportion. And we don’t even want one, a sense of proportion. We’re actually entertained by having no sense of proportion. What good would it do us – a sense of proportion? How would we get our mad apocalyptic kicks?
It’s the usual mad travesty – just as everything in our lives is mad travesty. Because we can’t do anything calmly, systemically, sanely. Because we entirely lack measure. Because we leap hysterically from zero to apocalypse.
In the end, we want to hang onto our madness. It’s the only thing that keeps us entertained in the world’s night.
Cicero brought us together for exactly this reason. Because she enjoyed madness and hysteria. She was a connoisseur of madness and hysteria. We were to provide her with madness and hysteria crew. Which is why she tried to keep us drunk.
We were been created by climate hysteria and financial hysteria. We ingested it all … we couldn’t help it. We’ve been force-fed states of emergency. Our souls are in emergency – permanent emergency. We’re perma-panicked.
We’ve been wound up too tight. Our blood pressure’s rocketing. We’re candidates for strokes! Heart attacks!
We’ve been driven mad. By climate hysteria. By government messaging. That’s our origin story. It’s our equivalent of being bitten by a radioactive spider.
At least we don’t belong in this world. At least we’re not at home with it. At least we feel the poison.
But that’s all we feel! Poison and lies: that’s all we know.
But what we’re doing to impressionable postgraduates! The example we are to them, our innocent postgraduates. We’ve all but kidnapped them. All but inducted them into a cult – a mad European philosophy cult. That isn’t even European philosophy. That no one in Europe would recognise as philosophy.
Work in Progress 