There’s even euphoria to be snatched from the ruin of the humanities. Of philosophy! Despair can be altered into joy. Hopelessness can be raised a notch, and then another notch.
We don’t feel so utterly defeated. We don’t feel quite as crushed. We can crawl out from under our stones. We’re no longer buried – not as deeply. We’re not completely lost in the wreckage.
Death isn’t just pressing into death. Horror-world isn’t quite as horrible. We can open our eyes in Hell. Laugh at our revulsion. It’s not quite the end of the world – not anymore.
There’s life in death – imagine that! It’s not entirely horror. Desolation is not quite as desolate. There’s a gap! A break! An opening. My God, we can breathe, if you can call this breathing. Some last, late gasp. Our negativity howling.
It's not revolution. It’s not the overturning of the world in blood and fire. But at least it’s a gasp. At least it’s something. At least we can see it all and hate it all and stand back from it all. At least we’re not entirely victims.
Work in Progress 