Descent

Descent descends through us. The Nothing has come to know itself in us. The void weeps for itself though us.

 

Nihilism knows itself through us. Nihilism awakens to itself. These are nihilism’s tears. Absence’s tears. These are the tears of the empty sky.

Emptiness weeps for itself because it’s empty. Prayers pray for themselves – to be possible.

 

We’re a way the void knows itself. That absence speaks of itself. The way that God is not.

That’s what the humanities are about. Giving a voice to the abyss.