We’re all just waiting for this world to end. To collapse, of its own accord.
When will that happen? Will it go one forever? Surely it can’t go on forever.
That it’s spiritually null and void is obvious. That it rests on nothing … very clear.
But it seems to be going on forever. Without believing in itself. Without wanting to go on.
This civilization is suicidal. Everything around us. This campus is suicidal. It doesn’t want to live. It knows that it lives in a lie and that living itself is a lie.
And we know it, too: that this is not our world, but that there is no other world. That there’s nothing other than this, and the continuation of this.
We’ve been warned. We’re lucky. We know it’s deadly, all of this. We know that it’s full of death. Of evil things. Of … temptations. We’re lucky because we know.
We won’t get caught in their traps. In their distractions.
Is it even disgusted with itself, this campus? Is it even full of self-disgust?
It isn’t even disgusted at itself, not really. It doesn’t feel horror at itself.
We haven’t found our way into life. The world is still the world is still the world. Still. Even now.
The universe of death has not died yet. That’s it’s characteristic: it doesn’t die.
Something’s wrong. Everything’s wrong. And part of its wrongness is that no one sees the wrongness. No one has the Gnostic vision. Except us. Except us …
Some spiritual … intensity that’s ours. That is indistinguishable from our hopelessness. From our nihilism.
Unless we retain this sense of spiritual agency.
This is a spiritual battle. This is a battle against Satan.
Do you actually believe that?
Yes. And so do you.
The world has turned against us. Everything has become poisoned. The world has been turned against us. That’s poison. The poison is … cosmological. It’s transcendental. And the lies …
Only those who have lost all hope in the world. For whom there is nothing here.
Only those, what?
Work in Progress 