Too Much Universe

We simply shouldn’t exist. That’s what they discovered in physics, isn’t it? The Big Bang should have produced equal parts matter and antimatter. And they should have just cancelled each other out, leaving just this void of energy. But instead there’s all this matter …


Existence is in such bad taste. The universe is full of stuff. Full of crap. There’s too much universe.

There’s too much of everything. There are too many hours in the day, and days in the week, and weeks in the month, and months in the year. There’s too much time. Too much things-going-on. There are too many seconds in the minute, and minutes in the hour. There’s too much too much.


They offend me, the stars.

Who could be offended by stars?

Look at them, all their brightness. Thinking they have the right to flash out. Someone should just snuff them out. Leave us in peace.

Why? They’re not doing anything.

They’re broadcasting their existence. Through the medium of light. It’s like boasting.

You’re not serious.

Fucking stars. And galaxies are even worse. The whole spangled sky. At least we can see the sky. You think we should be grateful to see the sky. The sky is mockery. It’s existence on parade. All that brazen existence. All that existence, like, proud of itself. Can’t it just do its existence thing quietly, darkly. Why does it have to boast?


The stars are destroying themselves – you can say that for them. At least they’re burning themselves out. But it takes them billions of years to burn themselves out … But at least they’re trying. That’s how they live, by dying. Just like us.

We’re dying too.

But we’re not burning. Maybe we should be. Just burn up life. Live like maniacs, or whatever.


It’s entropy, isn’t it? Thermodynamics. The universe is basically hostile to life.  And I’m hostile to it.
To the universe?

Sure. it’s war.

You versus the universe – who would win?


Don’t think the universe likes us.

I don’t like us.

Maybe you’re of the universe – the true son of the universe. Maybe the universe approves of you.

Do you think it approves of me?

You think the universe is evil.

Sure – it’s evil.  

Isn’t it just… outside of moral categories.

It actually means harm to us.

Which means you approve.

Sure, I approve. In principle.


Is this philosophy? Are you doing philosophy? Is this what philosophy’s like? God, it’s depressing.

Are you supposed to be doing this with philosophy?


Such a bad boy. Must be very attractive to philosophy groupies, being a bad boy.


You’re just outdoing each other with nihilism. Like, you’d win in a nihilism contest. And a cynicism contest. And a uselessness contest. You’d win all the prizes.


I don’t think Alan knows anything about philosophy. Or at least, his philosophy isn’t anything like this. The philosophy he reads. I think he thinks it’s good for you. Or good for Organisational Management.

Real philosophy is definitely not good for Organisational Management.

It’s too late to derail us. Organisational Management is taking over the universe.

I know. There’s Organisational Management, and then there’s philosophy. And Organisational Management’s the death star, and philosophy’s Luke Skywalker.