Mother controls everything – the whole campus, or she will. I don’t know. We all serve mother in our own way.
Does Mother dream? Does the campus dream? Does it have an unconscious? What does it dream of?
And Mother as the dreamer at the heart of it all. Mother as the campus’s unconscious. As Organisational Management’s unconscious.
Who programmed her? Who had the Mother idea? To soften technocracy. To remove some of the hard edges. To make it appear more gentle. More kind, even.
But it’s more than that. Mother is the illusion-weaver. The dream maker. Mother’s been put in charge of creating utopia on Earth …
Most stuff can be organised and managed, but for everything else – there’s Mother. Mother knows best, right?
Mother is their version of philosophy. Or religion. Everything that isn’t Organisational Management.
Mother … why a mother?
Because she’s look after us all. Seeing to our spiritual needs. Or philosophical needs. Our need to question.
Mother soothes us. She lets us rest. She’ll provide us with dreams. She’s the dream-maker. And what do we dream of? A life without Organisational Management …
We’re reviving the Mother Goddess, basically. Nothing new in India, is it? Old stuff to us.
Mother’s very powerful. And rather delicate at the moment. Mother seems to have moods. Mother’s unpredictable.
I think Mother could go insane. That’s what happens to philosophers, isn’t it – they go insane? I suppose it’s a badge of honour in philosophy. No philosophical thinker worth his stripes is actually sane.
Mother can be turned against them. Mother can be reprogrammed.
Do you think? And who’s going to do that?
It isn’t all about the useful and the organisational and the manageable, philosopher. That’s why we have Mother. We know when to let alone. To leave alone. To stand back.
Yeah, but Mother is the weak point. Mother is the Unaccountable. Mother is their hubris – they thought they could own the unconscious too. They thought they could occupy our dreams.
How do we destroy Mother? Introduce some terrible thoughts. Ask her some terrible questions. Drop a Blanchot bomb. Send a Heidegger missile. Feed the collected works of Georges Bataille into her large language model.
Ask Mother a literaro-philosophical puzzler. A philosophico-literary twister. A confounder. A most profound question. A head-scratcher. A question so difficult that Mother … explodes.
All that literary philosophy has to come in useful for something.
Hit her with philosophico-literature. Deal her a literaro-philosophical blow!
With a question so great that it shatters all her answers.
Work in Progress 