Descent

This is our descent to find the truth. Our excavation. We’re trying to uncover the equivalent of King Tut’s tomb.

Our descent into the realms of the dead. To commune with ghosts.

What ghosts?

The ghosts of the old department. Of the remnants of that department, who went underground out of pure love for philosophy. Because they didn’t want to be compromised.

Some process. The passage through Hell is always part of the hero’s journey. Based on a whole shamanistic thing …

There’s something we’re supposed to uncover. Something buried. Some secret.

The tomb of some philosopher God.

There isn’t any truth down here. Only more … errancy. Only more … erring. Generally going wrong. False trails. Trails petering out.

What have we ever said? What, that’s of any importance? What have we ever meant? What … what …?

Our katabasis. Our harrowing of Hell. We’re hardly harrowing it, are we? And this is hardly Hell.

What’s the message? What are we supposed to have learnt? What’s the take-away? What vision are we going to take back to the surface?

We haven’t given up on the world – that’s the thing. We still have hope. We can’t help it – hoping. That’s why the paragrads are beyond us.

The paragrads that you made up.