Our disgust with the world: that’s what we need to remember. Our disgust with everything. It needs to be kept at the brink. At the highest intensity. We should never forget it.
The need to top up our disgust. To maintain it at its peak. In its extremity. Disgust should never die down.
Anti-wine, for an anti-universe. Dark matter wine.
Is dark matter disgusting?
It is if it tastes like this.
It’s like the dark period, where the laws of physics don’t apply. On those nano seconds after the big bang. When everything was just disgusting.
What’s the final disgust lesson? What’s the final chapter in the book of disgust?
We have to find disgust itself disgusting. Climb up the ladder of disgust and then throw it away. Disgust at disgust: that’s the goal. Like a negation of negation.
And then what – do we like everything, all of a sudden?
I thought we had to reach absolute disgust. Like disgust in itself, incomparable, nothing but itself. An anti-star of disgust, burning, sufficient unto itself.
There’s no such thing.
What if disgust is only a lack. Disgust is privation. Just as evil is the absence of the good.
I don’t believe that.
Work in Progress 