Assorted

Thunder in the European mountains. Dreams of dead European philosophers, thundering.

 

Futility: trying to work out European philosophy ideas for ourselves. Trying to squeeze European ideas into the British head. Trying to apply them, God help us.

 

Like the redemption through sin, there’s a redemption through stupidity. The last messiah is the stupid one. The duh-messiah.

 

We do wretched so very well.

 

Analytic philosophy mentat.

 

European philosophy’s playing reverse-possum. It’s playing at life. It looks like its alive. But it’s been inhabited. Cavitated. It’s serving demonic ends, just like everything else.

 

The Organisational Management campus is trying to force sense. It’s like forced rhubarb. They’re actually trying to make sense happen. See, they’re trying to cultivate sense, on their own way. This is their version of sense.

 

Helmut’s never gotten over having to study Heidegger at Scunthorpe University. I‘m sure Scunthorpe have never got over it either.

 

Where are they going to go, your graduates, with their Organisational Management jobs?

They’ll work for the technate. But what will they do? O and M, of course.

 

Hell needs its administrators. To make sure it’s all functioning properly. To keep it all going.

 

Beat your Heideggerian chest. Be a Heideggerian Tarzan.

 

The Northern Lights have gone out. They’ve turned them off.

Why now? Why can’t they be bothered anymore?

They don’t need to keep up the illusion. God, it looks even more depressing. Organisational Management campus, when the lights are out.

 

We’ve yet to come of philosophical age. That takes time. You can be fifty seven and yet to come of philosophical age.

 

We're meta idiots. Idiots about our own idiocy. About what we call idiocy.