The universe is a mockery. The distances. The vastness. It laughs at us, all of it. It’s laughing at us. It has infinite scorn for us, looking out with our telescopes. Pointing our telescopes into its darkness.
Laughs? No, it screams at us, if we could hear it. The sky would be full of screaming, if sound could travel through a vacuum.
Everything cries. Cries out. The stars in pain, great pain. Their burning is pain.
They’re stigmata, the stars. They’re white hot nails driven into the palms of darkness. Into God’s palms – God who is darkness.
The universe … is spangled disgustingness … is strewn horror. Is horror stretched out across the sky. Through the near infinite darkness.
The universe is pain. The stars are screaming in pain. And so are we. It’s our pain.
Because we’ve been deserted. Because we’ve been left behind by everything. Because everything’s been left behind by everything. Because the universe was made in its abandonment. And so were we.
Meaning has left. Meaning fled. As we were born.
We’re what comes in the wake of goodness, and meaning, and purpose.
And the humanities are the cry of that. The humanities are their best cry out in their meaninglessness. The humanities are on the cross of meaninglessness.
The humanities cry. The humanities shout upwards. But Organisational Management doesn’t cry. It doesn’t shout in protest. Organisational Management salves the wound. Organisational Management wants to make sure we never cry again.
The darkness isn’t even darkness. It’s not allowed to stay in its darkness. It has to be brought to the light. Our light. We have to Know.
Work in Progress 