Perfect nihilism: that was always the goal. A perfect acceptance of nihilist. Of the limits of the world. An acceptance that there’s no meaning here. That meaning cannot come from here. That nothing earthly can save us.
And that’s a sign of hope?
It means you give up hope – for this realm. Give up the idea that hope can arise – in this realm. Only then can you live against the world.
Once you cry out … once you question … from the heart of you. From your viscera. Once you’ve reached perfect despair. An entire despair. Once you know that there’s no future for you in this world … Once hope is a memory …
To know the world as what it is. Perfectly cursed. Perfectly damned. A perfect void …
The extremity of hatred. And the extremity of love. The extremity of despair. Emotion carried at the highest pitch.
Until everything inessential is burnt up. Everything wrong. Everything that does not bring the world to destruction.
Cicero thought she’d found her perfect nihilist, that’s the thing. That you’d seen through the world entirely …
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