The worst thing for you, philosopher, is that things would simply go on, with no apocalypse, no massive death event, or whatever. The worst thing is that day should simply follow day, as it undoubtedly will.
The worst thing is that we’re all all going to live into our nineties. Into our hundreds. Or maybe we’ll never die. Maybe they’ll reverse aging by then. And then what? We’ll live forever, philosopher. Which will put you out of a job.
What are we dying of? Are we even dying? Maybe we’ll live forever – and that’ll be our curse. That we’ll go on, whilst it all dies. That we’ll go on, even as we want to die. Like Valdemar. Like the Wandering Jew.
Don’t we all live too long these days? Don’t we go on too long, and in perfect sanity? Aren’t we entirely too sane, these days?
We’re Wrong. Our heads are Wrong. Our thinking is Wrong.
What about our philosophy – is it Wrong?
Our philosophy is right because it’s Wrong.
Work in Progress 