If it wasn’t for us, the universe wouldn’t be disgusted at itself. That’s why it made us: so that we could express its self disgust.
Why did it want to do that?
Out of perversity. The universe is perverse. Unless it was another force – God – who made us.
Did God make the universe?
Oh, the universe wasn’t God’s fault. It wasn’t God’s fuck up.
God redeemed the universe, by creating us. Once we appeared, the universe knew itself as damned. Through us. If we weren’t here, then there’d be no damnation. There’d be no horror. There’d be no disgust.
This is the only living planet in all the universe. This is the Aberration This is the Exception. We are the ones who shouldn’t be, but are. What a miracle! What a disaster!
We’re the disaster. We’re the atrocity. Why can’t someone put an end to it? Why can’t someone bring it to an end?
Because they want to hear our cries. They want to hear us cry upwards. They want our agony. Our agony is our sacrifice. Is our offering to them.
Have we reached it, the completion of disgust Have we reached it, utter disgust? Have we reached it, the bottom of the abyss? But the abyss has no bottom.
The demonism choking me. The Satanism … Livia-Leviathan ..
Drink – go on. Drink. Raise our toast.
A toast to what?
The universal fuck up. The universal atrocity. Our original sin, which is to say, the sin of existing.
Work in Progress 