What a state we’re in! What an abasement! What wretchedness!
And we’re the most wretched beings of all because we know our wretchedness! Because we revel in it, our wretchedness! Because we’re all too aware of our wretchedness. Because it’s all we know, our wretchedness.
We’ve woken up to it: to the fact of our abasement! To the fact of our wretchedness! We’re saturated with it! We’re nothing other than it: the fact of our abasement.
We’re all wretchedness and nothing more. We’re ruination and nothing else!
And philosophy has only ever been the possibility of articulating it, our abasement. Philosophy has only even been about calling wretchedness by its name.
Work in Progress 