Finality

Gnostic energies go underground, that’s what Livia said. Gnostic energies sink and move around in the darkness.

Is that what’s happening?

Gnostic energies are aswirl down here. Can you feel them? Looking to regather themselves. Become something again, one day. Burst back into the light. Regain their apocalypticism. Come to it anew.

So it’s all just waiting to erupt.

Yeah, to erupt and to be defeated it again. Because there is no final apocalypse. There is no last battle. Nothing’s going to resolve. Nothing’s coming to term.  The end isn’t going to deliver us. It’s Hell – perpetual Hell.


We’re tired. We want to lay our heads down. We want to close our eyes once and for all.

We want Finality. We want the god who is death to come. The God of death that is also the death of God.

Because that’s who God is in the wake of hope. When there’s nothing. When nothingness is everything. When the void is all in all. When the screaming doesn’t stop.


There has to be something else. Something otherwise than being. And that’s God.

What do the words mean, otherwise than being?

There must be something better than this. That works against it. That struggles against it. There must be some Against. Some counter principle. Against Organisational Management’s Egypt and Babylon.

Some Promised Land, you mean? Fuck that. We’re locked into this forever.


Turn towards the light.

There is no fucking light.