The humiliation: that our minds have to be on this. That we have to think about this. That we should even be thinking of this. That we should even be talking about this. That it should even be our concern.
The humiliation: that we should be thinking about them, Organisational Management, as Organisational Management doesn’t think about us. That it should even be a concern – an issue.
The humiliation: that our minds are drawn to it, Organisational Management. Drawn back to it. As if we didn’t have anything better to think about! As if our minds shouldn’t be open to something else!
The humiliation: we’re supposed to be thinking about what matters most. Is Organisational Management what matters most?
The humiliation: it shows us what we are, our Organisational Management obsession. It reveals to us how worldly we are. How fixated upon worldly concerns we are. How we’re unable to rise above them, worldly concerns. How we’re unable to compartmentalise them, our worldly concerns. As any thinker worth their salt could do! As any real philosopher could do!
But what would we be thinking about, if not for this? What would be on our mind, if not this? What great philosophical thoughts would we be thinking?
At least it gives us an alibi, thinking about Organisational Management to the exclusion of all else. At least it hides the fact that we never really were thinking about anything profound, O.M.
We’re lucky, in a way, that we don’t have to consider our lack of ability to think anything worthwhile. To contemplate the fact that we’re not capable of pondering anything worthwhile.
But did you ever consider we might think philosophically about our predicament – about the Organisational Management move? That the move itself is actually worth thinking about – philosophically, I mean. Like, what’s the essence of Organisational Management? Is the essence of Organisational Management anything organisational? Or managerial?
Sounds like a Heideggerian question, Helmut. Have you got your Heideggerian head on?
Isn’t this exactly the kind of thing philosophy should be about: issues in the real world? About real things? About fucked up things, but real ones?
Fuck you – philosophy isn’t about the world – it’s better than the world.
It can be about the end of the world, maybe. Or about disgust with the world. But philosophy isn’t about things in the world. It’s about the world as a whole, maybe. About the world in toto.
Philosophy is not about the world. It’s about hatred of the world. You’re confusing philosophy with Gnosticism. Idiocy – philosophy is Gnosticism,. In this world. What else can it be? When everything is so disgusting. It’s all gone so bad. So rancid. It’s all so rotten.
Is it actually compulsory to hate the world?
Stop, Sophia – stop. Why are you doing this to us. It’s a given that things absolutely suck. It’ a priori that nothing should be allowed to go on as it is. That the world as run out of world. Disgust is the Grundstimmung, remember that.
It’s mutiny, Shiva. That’s probably what Livia wanted: mutiny. We have a traitor on board. A Judas. A one woman Organisational Management sleeper cell, planted in philosophy years ago. They’ve been infiltrating us for years! Years!
You’re a disgrace, Sophia. To our little pirate ship. We should make you walk the plank..
That we’re emotionally engulfed by horror. Philosophy is for suicides – for would-be suicides. If you’re not either about to kill yourself or on the brink of conversion, you’re not doing philosophy.
A sense of absolute urgency – that’s what philosophy’s about. A sense of permanent emergency. Of the total unbearableness of it all – the whole thing. The world – that’s what I’m referring to. The unbearableness of the world. The fact that it exists only as an affront. Only as a kind of insult. To us! Personally!
The world as horror – as nothing other than horror. The world as assault – and an assault on us. To be a philosophy is to be assaulted. By the world. And precisely as a philosophy. As one appalled by the world. Insulted by it! Injured but it! Humiliated by it! In permanent humiliation!
And what if the Organisational Management move helps cultivate it, this hatred. What if Organisational Management is the best possible place for philosophy. Keeping us on permanent tenterhooks. Making sure that we’re always on our toes.
It’s about stoking the fire of philosophical angst, that’s the thing. We need to feel the fragility of our thought-place. That our right to think could be revoked at any moment! That we’re undergrounders. Misunderstood. Unanswerable to foreign powers.
Maybe this is about what all our philosophy has been for: this moment. The O.M. moment. Philosophy is about to come into its own. We’re about to come into our own. We’ll reveal ourselves as the superheroes of philosophy. With special powers.
With special needs. Face it: we’re fuck ups. We’re deficient. There are things wrong with us – major things. We need, like, immediate therapy.
We were being prepared for his. Livia brought us here for this. This was her purpose. her higher purpose.
Maybe Organisational Management is only a training. This is a kind of obstacle course for philosophers, for would-be philosophers (and all philosophers are would be philosophers. No one I ever simply a philosopher. Philosophy is only ever about yearning – and the yearning to be a philosopher.) Maybe we have a higher purpose.
What higher purpose?
Livia wanted to train us up, prepare us, for some war. A war against reality itself. A war against the world – this world – what it’s become. This is part of her Gnostic ruse.
Cunning.
Sure, it’s cunning. Livia was cunning.
Don’t speak about her in the past tense.
Maybe it’s like Karate Kid, or something. We’re being trained.
What for?
Aliens. It’s got to be aliens.
Organisational Management aliens?
Or fallen angels – don’t forget fallen angels.
Don’t start with your Book of Enoch shit. Don’t start with your fallen angels.
Is there any Hindu hope, Shiva? What do they many Hindu gods have to say about it all? Is there a god of humiliation? Of compromise? How many heads do they have? How many arms?
The thing to remember is that we’re dead. That the philosophy is already dead, in our world. That we’ve already been destroyed.
Even the crap philosopher?
Even the crap philosopher.
We’re not part of this. Except possibly Sophia. It’s not our battle.
Oh it is.
They’ve already won. We’ve already lost. We’ve already conceded victory. Theirs are the spoils – because we don’t want the soils. Theirs is the victory over the world. What do we care.
Oh, we care. Oh we do!
Work in Progress 