The only direction this is heading in is death. The only way things are heading. The only momentum I can see – is towards death.
And yet it’s never ending. And yet it never seems to ease. It goes on forever.
It’s the eternal. It’s the on and on.
All of Creation wants to die. All Creation wants to come to an end. Wants to breathe its last breath. Wants to sink down on its knees. Even the mountains, sinking down on their knees. Even the rivers, sinking on their knees.
Rivers don’t have knees. Nor do mountains, last time I looked.
The whole spangled sky is God’s corpse. The corpse of God is the stars. The galaxies. All the blackness. It’s all just fragmentation of the divine unity.
The will to die, philosopher. What about the will to live?
The will to live is the will to die.
So death wins?
Death always wins. And death should win.
Because you want death to win, right?
Death’s already won.
But in the meantime, we’re alive.
‘God is dead, and his death was the beginning of the world’.
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