Idiocy

You think your idiocy is going to save you – you do. You attribute to it some weak messianic force, or whatever.

 

When all faith’s failed, you’re placing it in idiocy.

You think idiocy is what makes you special. That you have a very special idiocy.

 

The idiocy get-out. The idiocy clause. You think it makes you some kind of saint.

A very special abasement. An elevating self-disgust.

 

You’re self-aware about your idiocy, sure. But do you think it saves you? Do you think it makes you cleverer than your idiocy? Do you think you’ve outsmarted it? Outfoxed it? Run ahead of it?

 

You’ll still be the idiot you always were. Just because you can name your idiocy doesn’t make you any less of an idiot.

 

Doing your idiocy writhe-around. Your Beyonce dance around your idiot Jay-Z. Your little idiotic crucifixion.

Doing your idiot’s dance. That’s pretty much all you can do. Pretty pathetic. Is that what you’ll do with your life? Is that what you’ll amount to? Is that what life’s for nowadays?

 

Cry up your idiotic cry.

 

Idiocy is a ruse, a con. It’s always a pretence. You’re play-pretending at idiocy. That you’re stupider than you are.

The curse is that you realise your stupidity. Which means your idiocy isn’t entire. It doesn’t wholly enclose you.

 

Your idiotic faith. You have a faith in your idiocy after all – that your idiocy’s going to save you.

 

You’re too clever to be an idiot.

Maybe I’m a very clever idiot.

The worst kind. A real bore.

 

Our super-idiocy. Our sur-idiocy, like the surrealists.

 

That’s our idolatry: worshipping our own idiocy.

 

This is where holy idiocy has led you.

 

Praying like an idiot – to your own idiocy. Worshipping your own idiocy, essentially. As a condition for your faith.

You’re make my head spin.

Sure, your idiotic head.

 

Philosophical idiocy is special.

Only in philosophy can you make a career of idiocy. Will idiocy take you somewhere.

 

Idiocy's just like sin – of course it is. You know you’re a sinner. Which means you’re not entirely a sinner.

Does that mean you can save yourself?

No! But it means you know you can’t save yourself. That you’re damned, in other words. But that knowledge means you’re not entirely damned.

So I’m clever than my idiocy …

Complicated, isn't it?