Is this supposed to be some kind of climax? Is something supposed to have happened? Are we supposed to have reached some kind of conclusion? Is this supposed to be a turning point? A conversion? Have we had some epiphany?
Even depth can’t bring out depth in us …
We despair over our lack of despair. Which means we don’t despair enough. Which means we haven’t reached it: despair. We need some real catastrophe to happen to us. We need some real disaster.
At least we know that we’re not spiritually advanced. Does that make us spiritually advanced? At least we know that we’re not alive. Does that make us alive? At least we know that we’re dead. Does that make us not dead? At least we know that we’re idiots. Does that save us from our idiocy?
At least we know that we don’t believe in anything. Does that make us believe in something? At least we know that we’re mediocre. Does that make us any less mediocre?
Work in Progress 