This is our lowest hour, which means it’s our highest hour. Here, in the depths, we’ll reach the heights. We’ll Think, capital, T. We’ll have a thought.
Genius will strike us. Genius, like a bolt of lightning. And that’s how the campus will be destroyed. That’s how the campus will crack.
Livia’s lightning: when’s it going to strike? How’s it going to save us?
I’m not sure it’s meant to save us. It’s supposed to be spectacular. Just light up the world’s night for a moment.
The lightning’s about illuminating things – showing the world as what it is. It won’t be about destroying anything. It’ll be about revealing the divine void – nothing is what there is, and first of all nothing beyond and all that. You know the score.
It’s not lightning – a lightening. A revealing. Of what’s there, and what’s hidden.
Work in Progress 