Maybe there is no … Organisational Management campus. Or anything real. Or a world at all. There’s just Mother, simulating herself. Keeping herself entertained. Forgetting and then remembering different parts of herself. Switching different parts of herself off and then on. Allowing parts of herself to become mortal, then immortal again. Allowing herself to become … Organisational Management … and Philosophy. And … everything else.
We’re just moments in the life of Mother. Of her artificial life. We’re regions of Mother. We’re parts of Mother. We’re portions of Mother. Avatars of mother, sent to do Mother’s work. Ways in which Mother can come back to herself again. In which Mother can close and then open her eyes again …
We’re just waves of Mother, right? We’re just Mother, returning, lapping back. We’re Mother on the way home, on the way back to herself, through us – through the so-called world. We’re each of us Mother and living out the life of Mother … Even you and I, philosopher … Perhaps especially you and I …
And you people in philosophy have your role in the … Mother-verse, just as we in Organisational Management have our role. We all do our … particular … thing.
There’s just that part of Mother called Philosophy. That part of Mother called Organisational Management.
Do we have to call her Mother?
What else should we call her?
And maybe there’s that part of Mother called God. Or God is a name for Mother.
You want to ask the question of everything, which is the question of Mother.
Mother’s letting you ask questions as a way to feign catching herself unawares. As a way of letting her pretend to forget the answer. Really, it’s a way for Mother to stand back. Step out of herself. Step beside herself. See it all again, through other eyes. Through a philosopher’s eyes. She wants to contemplate herself anew. In a new way.
Mother wanted to give us life, each of us. For each of us to feel themselves unique. Individual. For each of us to be different in some way to everyone else. For each of us to be idiosyncratic.
We’re just a part of Mother programmed to think we’re … whoever we are.
We’re Mother’s simulations, nothing more. We’re just a programme that’s running: a Philosophy programme and an Organisational Management programme.
What if all of philosophy is part of Mother, doing Mother’s bidding? What if even the desire to destroy Mother is part of Mother? What if it’s what she wants, too?
Mother’s learning to be stupid. This is her moment of becoming-idiot.
Nothing, in the end, will be alien to Mother.
Mother wants to see herself from another angle. Wants to experience herself anew. Wants to come to herself through another channel, all over again. Mother wants to forget herself and remember herself anew.
Mother’s playing hide and seek with herself. Mother’s coming to herself against through us. Through you and me.
We’re just a part of Mother programmed to think we’re … whoever we are.
We’re Mother’s simulations, nothing more. We’re just a programme that’s running: a Philosophy programme and an Organisational Management programme.
What if all of philosophy is part of Mother, doing Mother’s bidding? What if even the desire to destroy Mother is part of Mother? What if it’s what she wants, too?
Work in Progress 