The philosophy child will destroy the campus almost by accident. Without even thinking about it. It’ll be a casual destruction. Like a shrug, or something. That isn’t deliberate. Or effortful. That simply destroys what needs to be destroyed. That does away with what needs to be done away with. Because it has to be done. Because it should be done.
And that destruction will be an act of creation. It will be an act of generosity and joy. To destroy the thing that should not be. To demolish the ersatz. To destroy the lies.
And will the philosophy child let us end, too? Will the philosophy child give us the death we want?
The happiness of death at the hands of the philosophy child. A kneeling into death. A bowing of the head to death. Death as kindness. Death as favour. Let it come. Let it be here.
In the simplest gesture. Without it even being a task, a plan. The child will destroy us, just like that. That’s the highest love, expressed as destruction.
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