What are they going to diagnose it with? What label are they going to give us to explain us away? So that can say, oh it was all x-ism, nothing more. And if it wasn’t for their condition, they’d be just like us …
But we aren’t people like you, fucksters. We were never people like you. And nor will we ever be people like you. There’s nothing wrong with us but philosophy.
Philosophy! Which is what’s right with us. Which is what makes us sane. Our higher sanity. Our greater sanity. A wider sanity – as wide as the sky. Our vista: the sky. Which is philosophy’s sky.
We’re sky-beings, not earth-beings. We’re eternity lovers. We’re drinkers down of the infinite. We get our power from up there. From looking upwards. From giving our gaze to the sky.
We’re up there with the old gods. We’re up there with the great life. With the falling away of the old world. With the dying of our old world. Of all the old things. The death of Old Europe – all the old stuff.
Work in Progress 