We were idiocy carriers – that’s it. And we knew it. We’d been infected by idiocy. But we hated it, our infection.
Again and again, to expose it to the light, our idiocy. It had to be confirmed to us, our idiocy. Nothing was more important. We’ve only ever brought ourselves into situations where it where it would be more clearly manifest, our idiocy.
Experiencing our idiocy again – and anew. Again, and as for the first time.
Our idiocy. And the ferocity of our stupidity.
We should let our idiocy be idiocy: that’s what Cicero told us. It was more than accepting our idiocy. More than reconciling ourselves to our idiocy. It was affirming it, our idiocy. Our idiocy, and the sources of our idiocy. It was channelling the greater Idiocy of which our idiocy was a part.
Let us be these idiots: that’s what we should say to ourselves. Let us step into our idiocy. We should let idiocy drink a toast to idiocy. Receive a draught of real idiocy, deep idiocy.
Let us be, really be these idiots. Let us own our idiocy – not fight against it. Let idiocy be the seed from which it would grow, our intellectual life.
It was really a question of calling forth Idiocy – the greater Idiocy. We should let it be, the Idiocy of our idiocy. The Stupidity of our stupidity.
What you could power with it, our idiocy? Certainly, a philosophy department. Cicero’s philosophy department could be plugged straight into our idiocy. We could give idiot lectures and deliver idiot seminars and set idiot assignments. And raise idiot student in turn. Cohort after cohort. And send them out into the world, infected with idiocy.
We could devise a whole idiot syllabus. A whole stupidity curriculum. Of course!
We could sacrifice of a philosophy department to stupidity. A philosophy department entirely given over to idiocy. Through which idiocy burns. From which the flames of stupidity leapt up. A sacrifice! To the gods of stupidity. In honour of Stupidity.
The university would see us and tremble. The academic staff would shrink from us. Clear a path from us. Behold, they would say, the Stupid Ones have come. The inheritors have come. Those to whom the university belongs now. The barbarians, from far off places. From the far off lands of stupidity.
We’d Unfathomable to them, in our idiocy. We’d bring them what they could not grasp.
The university would tremble. The administrators would flee the horror.
Chaos unleashed! The tohu vavohu of the university! Chaos primeval!
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