Drunk with You

I think we should get drunk and talk about God.

 

I’m glad I’m drunk. I’m glad I’m finally drunk with you. I’m glad I don’t have to drive off. Disappear.

 

I get metaphysical when I drink … do you find it delightful? Do you think of me as a delight? Am I delightfully philosophical?

 

Talking into the night. Talking at the coast. Talking into nowhere. Into the void.

 

Am I being profound … or just drunk?

 

Can God hear us here? Coo-ee, God!

 

What’s your theory of the universe, philosopher? Do you have one? What’s the use of philosophy if it doesn’t give you a theory of the universe?

 

Don’t say you’re an atheist – I’m bored of atheists. Atheism is so dull a position, especially if you are an atheist.

You should always be interesting about God.

 

We haven’t talked about God yet.

interesting things happen when you start talking about God.

 

I want some beautiful God stuff. I meant a beautiful God. A God of all the beauty. God as a name for all the beautiful things. 

God, god, god as a word everyone’s forgotten. That I’m going to reclaim … That can be mine now …

 

We’re not dead yet.

Do you think?

We’re still alive.

Are we?

And it’s all so beautiful.

Is it?

 

What does meaning mean, anyway?

Hovering

What is this mood, anyway? What do you call it?

I’d call it … ennui. Except it’s a happy ennui. A state of vagueness, like a state of grace. Where you accept the indetermination of everything.

 

This is what I’m like when I’m drunk. Wistful … do you like me wistful? Am I good company, wistful?

 

This … high class ennui. This happy ennui. This disengagement. Like we’re drifting out of focus.

 

You have to be calmer at the coast. You can’t be all manic. It’s a different kind of place. You have to attune yourself. No: you have to let yourself be attuned. You have to let the coast show itself through your moods. Which are really its moods.

 

I don’t think there is a coast. At least, I can’t see it. All I can see is fog. Where’s, like the sea?

It’s out there somewhere. I can hear it. The waves, crashing.

 

Where’s the sand? Where’s anything? This is actually the void, isn’t it?

 

There isn’t actually a coast: that’s the secret of the coast, isn’t it?

 

A … fuzziness. A blurry halo around all things. Where nothing’s quite in focus. Where things just fade off …

 

Something’s happening. It’s happening. Our it. But it’s as if it never actually happens. That nothing actually begins.

 

A cul-de-sac. A byway. A detour. That’s all this is. A little wander off the path of our lives. That we probably won’t even remember in twenty years’ time.

 

You want it to add up to something. To be something. When it’s just … what it is. Or isn’t.

 

When this ends, will we ever see each other again? Will it matter that whether we see each other again?

 

It all feels so unreal. So … disembodied. Like nothing could ever be decided here. Nothing resolved. It’s just … suspension. It’s not part of the world.

 

Is this what it’s like to be a philosopher? Never involved. Never real. Never physical.

 

You philosophers of the void. You practitioners of the void. You void-people. Hollowing out everything …

 

There’s nothing real about us. We’re not real. We’re ghosts. Copies without originals. Everything we say is, like, in quotes.

 

Everything’s, like, dragging behind itself. And the sound is different. It’s muffled. Echoey.

Aural déjà vu: is that a thing? Like you’ve heard it all before, somewhere else. Like everything you hear, you’re just hearing again …

 

That’s our it: a hovering, a suspension. That doesn’t even begin. That we’re always standing beside …

 

I want to descend. Let’s go out. Let’s walk the streets. Let’s go to the beach. I don’t care who sees us. I don’t care anymore. About anything.

 

If this were a film, it’d be a mood piece, really low on plot.

Gnosticism

The hatred of air for air. The sky’s hatred of the sky. The earth’s self-hatred. Existence’s shame. Existence’s guilt. The sin of all things, before God.

 

Transcendental sin. Absolute sin. That things were at all! That things were and immediately fell! That the Fall was the beginning, pretty much. That things could only even fall, near-immediately and at once.

 

Self-hatred in all things. Which is also a prayer. A prayer not to be what they are.

 

All of creation longs for restitution, according to the Kabbalists – to the mending that only humans can perform. All of creation longings for destruction, according to Cicero. To be put out of its misery.

Self-Hatred

What in us wants us to live? Some life-instinct. Even in our disgustingness. Even in our patheticness.

Redoubled grotesquerie: that we should continue in our grotesquerie. That we don’t immediately kill ourselves, because of our grotesquerie.

 

The andmoreagain of life. Of succession. There are still more moments. Still more to happen. The story isn’t over yet.

We crawl on. We stagger on. We stumble on. My God. Isn’t it over yet?

 

Our show. Our dance of death.

We go on. it’s prolonged. It’s continued. We continue to live on this earth. Despite everything. Despite all we know.

 

I question our sincerity. The way we talk. We don’t really mean it – any of this.

Feeling we should be ashamed isn’t the same as feeling ashamed – that’s the thing. Feeling that we should hate ourselves isn’t the same as actually hating ourselves.

Because if we sincerely felt these things, we’d kill ourselves at once. If we truly felt these things, we wouldn’t wait any longer.

But we don’t kill ourselves, do we? We go on, don’t we? We’re alive … we continue … Our lives go on …

Why should that be? Why don’t we correct the problem? Why don’t we do the right thing? Because we would rather this. We’d rather do the wrong thing. We’d rather be alive.

 

Someone put a stop to this. Someone put a stop to us.

We bore ourselves. We tire ourselves. We wear ourselves out. Can’t someone just put us to sleep, like an animal? And just dispose of our bodies discreetly …

 

Not only the desire not to live, but the desire never to have lived. Never to have been alive. Never to have existed.

 

Shame. We don’t have the resolution to kill ourselves. We don’t have the will.

 

The dynamics of self-hatred. The life of self-hatred. The life of the desire to die. My God, we’re making a whole lifestyle of it. Of our thrashings. Of our convulsions. Of our twistings.

 

Our twistings: that is our life. Our thrashing: that is our living. This is what we do.

 

Our sport of self-destruction. Our sport of world-disgust. Our sport of self-disgust. Our sport of self-horror. Our sport of self-strangulation. Our sport of self-torment. Our sport of self-mutilation. Our sport of auto-destruction.

 

Our scholarly expertise: self-ruin. Our area of specialism: self-destruction. Our area of research: self-hatred.

 

An auto-immune response. We’re allergic to ourselves. We’re horrified by ourselves. But we love our horror. That’s the engine that powers us.

The Emergency of Everything

Spikes of love and spikes of hatred. Surges of love, surges of hatred.

Swinging from lows to highs. Mad cycling. Chaotic ups and downs. We’re barely in control. Are we in control?

The desire to laugh. Wild laughter. Screams of laughter. Is it laughter anymore? Can you laugh in horror? Can you laugh in despair?

 

Pushing into our heads: terrible thoughts. Nightmares in daytime. Premonitions. It’s like we’ve all become prophets.

 

Our moods. Our mood swings. These are the moods for the end of time. We’re unreliable. We can barely concentrate. Our mind’s not on our teaching.

Our minds … what are our minds on? What do we think about?

 

A screaming inside us. A horror unleashed. Flaming.

Fire, licking upwards. Through us. To what? To reach what?

Fire, answering fire. Fire, calling out for fire in the sky …

 

A derangement outside us. Invading us. A derangement that comes from … where? From outside.

 

An emergency of everything. Of all things.

 

Mythological. Prehistoric. There’s no name for these forces.

 

Who are we entertaining? Who’s laughing at us? Someone. Who made us like this? Who made us think these things? Who put these thoughts in our heads? Who deranged us? Who mutilated us? Who abused us?

Who wanted us this way? Who bred us? Whose experiment are we? Whose idea of a joke?

 

Our grotesquerie. Our living farce. We’re amusing someone, surely. This has to be for something – someone. It can’t have just happened spontaneously. This isn’t by chance.

 

Self-laughter. Some laughing horror at ourselves, deep inside us. At how far we could go. At how far we’ve been allowed to go.

 

Who permitted this? This … carry on. This … and-more-of-this. This … ceaselessness. This ruination. This despoiling. This pollution.

 

What we’ve done. What we are doing. How can the sun bear to shine upon us? How can the sky bear to roll on above our heads?

 

If God was real, if God sees all, if God saw us, then how could he stop from killing himself?

 

Born mangled in the head. Born warped in the head. Born twisted in the head.

Born, hardly born. Born shat out. Born mutilated.

 

Were we always like this? From the start? What went wrong? Was it genetic? Environmental? Who can we blame? Some fault in our genes. Some sickness of thought …

 

Luxuriating in shame. Wallowing in sin.

We’re glorying in it, that’s the thing. We enjoy it. Our abasement. Our excuses-for-lives. We’re unashamed, unabashed …

It’s grotedquerie in us that laughs. Which is part of our grotesquerie. Even the most grotesque part.

 

Our hyena-laughing. Our Satanic laughter. Our rictus grins

 

Tearing strips off one another. At war with one another. And why? To be at war with ourselves. Each the other’s proxy. We’re tormenting each other to torment ourselves.

The Chemical Engineering Move

The chemical engineering move.

What did the university mean to accomplish by this? It’s unfathomable.

We might demand an explanation, but we’ll never receive an explanation.

Sense – we want sense. Forget sense. There is no sense. Meaning – we cry out for meaning. Why should we suppose that there is meaning?

 

The chemical engineering move. A marriage of convenience, or something more sinister?

Is it part of a greater plan? Is it just random?

Did it happen by chance? Of course not. It’s a sign. A signal. There are larger forces at play here. There are powers and principalities.

 

The chemical engineering move.

The madness of the world has shown itself. The madness behind the world.

The mad deluge. The deluge of parody. Of farce.

 

The chemical engineering move.  We alone can understand it in its eschatological dimension. Its apocalyptic dimension. And, most deeply, its Gnostic dimension.

 

The chemical engineering move.

What next? What other moves? English to mechanical engineering? History to oceanography? Fine arts to computing science?

 

The chemical engineering move.

Did anyone speak up on our behalf when this was decided? Did anyone protest?

 

The chemical engineering move.

Don’t look at it too closely. Don’t think about it too much. Ponder the logic of the chemical engineering move and you’ll go quite mad.

And it’s meant to drive you mad. it’s the unfathomable. It’s the sublime.

 

The chemical engineering move.

There are moments of collapse … when you catch sight of bigger things. Larger forces. And is that what we can glimpse now?

 

The chemical engineering move.

There’s a magnificence to the decision. A sublimity.

Maniacs are in charge. Who don’t care how they are seen. Who feel no need to explain themselves. Who don’t have to obey the most elementary logic. Basic rationality.

Maniacs, above rationality. Above reasons. Above explanations. Purely sublime …

 

The chemical engineering move.

Reptiles, at the heart of the uni. Aliens. Nephilim, ruling the university. Sons of Cain, in charge of the uni. This is Biblical … This is evil …

Unless there’s a greater plan: God’s plan. Unless we are being used by God in all this. Unless we are God’s tools in the midst of this.

Because God uses all things for the good – even this. Even chemical engineering. Even the chemical engineering move.

 

The chemical engineering move.

Who are they, who made this decision? Who forced this agenda? Reptiles? Insectoids?

Do they think as we do? Do they feel as we do?

Maybe this all makes sense in their universe. Maybe this is a strategy that plays out across dimensions. That only appears nonsensical from our perspective. From our limited point of view.

 

The chemical engineering move.

They could be Davos types. Could be World Economic Forum types.

Come on, why would they bother with a philosophy department?

It’d be almost a tribute to us that they’d bother. That they’d think it worthwhile taking out a potential enemy.

Maybe this is happening all over, across all the institutions. Maybe they’re neutralising possible areas of resistance.

Unless all this was completely random.

No – it’s not random. Things like this don’t just happen. It’s a plan, Something concerted. Otherwise what would it point to?

Utter derangement. Monumental stupidity.

Utter insanity.

But isn’t it possible – just possible – that someone actually thought this was a good idea? That someone was trying to create a dynamic new synergy. A new model for humanities / sciences collaboration.

 

The chemical engineering move.

As if something in philosophy’s heart cried out for chemical engineering. As if something in chemical engineering cried out for philosophy. As if something could come of this unholy marriage. This forced collision.

Some cross fertilization. Some unexpected synergy. The generation of new ideas.

 

The chemical engineering move.

For one subject to intensify the other. Forcing philosophy to become more itself. And chemical engineering – who knows? – to become more of itself.

 

The chemical engineering move.

Perhaps it’s a hopeful initiative. Perhaps there was a dream that new things become possible by making philosophy speak the language of chemical engineering and chemical engineering to speak the language of philosophy.

Ah, but it’s not an equal exchange. This is not some finely balanced binary system. Because chemical engineering is much, much larger than philosophy.

Philosophy – with three members of staff – will only ever be a tiny appendage to chemical engineering. Philosophy – will be swallowed up by chemical engineering. Hopefully philosophy will prove indigestible to chemical engineering. Hopefully chemical engineering will be forced to spew up philosophy entirely intact.

 

The chemical engineering move.

What do they think they’re doing? Are they mad? Touched? If so, it’s an impressive madness. It’s a sublime madness. Because who would be crazy enough to move philosophy to chemical engineering?

 

The chemical engineering move.

Don’t try and think about their plans. It’ll drive you mad pondering their plans.

 

The chemical engineering move.

It’s sublime. It’s marvellous. It’s genius in some random way.

 

The chemical engineering move.

How do they think they can get away with this? But they can, that’s the point. That, in part is why they do it. It’s a show of power – of utter power. It’s to prove they can do exactly as they please, no matter how mad.

They can simply bend reality to their will. They’re doing it because they can – however mad it is. In fact, they’re doing it because of that madness.

 

The chemical engineering move.

It’s so brazen. So defiant. So confrontational. It’s like parking a tank on your front law. They can do whatever they like: that’s what they showing. They’re changing the fundamental nature of things by decree. Because they want to.

Drunk on power. Testing out their powers. Flexing their muscles. Doing it because they can. Because it’s possible for them, as everything seems to be possible for them.

In the face of everything sensible – of course. In defiance of all reason – yes, yes.

 

The chemical engineering move.

Madness is at work. Madness is showing its face. Or is it evil? Evil madness. The madness of evil. Chaos is being unleashed. This is anything goes. The denial of reality. Of facts. Of what is the case and has always been the case.

 

The chemical engineering move.

A scream from philosophy itself. In protest. Philosophy’s cry. Philosophy’s protest. Do you hear it? And perhaps chemical engineering is screaming. Perhaps … And is the university itself screaming? Does the university itself protest?

A protest from the campus itself. From the library. From the walkways. From the reclad Brutalist towers. From the steel and glass newbuilds. A protest from the senior common rooms and junior common rooms. From the Students Union. From the laboratories and boardrooms. A cry, rising to the heavens. Do not do this.

 

The chemical engineering move.

Philosophy, forced into itself. Into pure internal resistance. Crowded into itself. Shoved into itself. Crammed into the tiniest space.

Philosophy will be changed, internally. Philosophy, under immense pressure, will become something else. Will change into another state, like solid turning into liquid.

Philosophy, under this kind of pressure, will turn molten. Melt.

Magma philosophy. Lava philosophy, reading to erupt, madly. Ready to burst, exploding our sanity. Philosophical sanity.

 

The chemical engineering move.

A concentration of philosophy. A pressure of philosophy. A writhing of philosophy. Turning in itself, around in itself. In a philosophy crucible.

Chaos philosophy. Philosophy torn apart. Mad philosophy, as we are each of us sent mad.

Only a philosophy that can speak of madness will survive. A new kind of philosophy – fragmented, broken. That speaks like an oracle. In fragments. Disjointed sentences. Single words.

What we bear inside us. What runs molten inside us. What writhes inside us. What is hatching inside us …

 

The chemical engineering move.

It’s troubling. Baffling. They really want to go through with this. They really are serious.

You can see it in their eyes: they think this can be done. That it’s even a worthwhile task. That something important will come of this.

They’re sincere. They’re honest. But they are also mad, quite mad. The institution is mad, quite mad.

 

The chemical engineering move.

Why have they turned their attentions on us? Why is it our turn? Why philosophy? Why couldn’t they just have left us alone? Why couldn’t we be allowed to exist, untroubled, unharassed? Why should we have to be destroyed and remade? It’s cruel … it’s needless.

Come on – of course it isn’t needless. Of course this isn’t arbitrary. Of course it wasn’t just philosophy’s turn. A special punishment is being meted out to us. A special, tailor made humiliation.

They’re declared war on of philosophy – of course. It is philosophy that has to be attacked, and that first of all. Wrestled to the ground.

It’s a symbolic move. We have no institutional power, no institutional influence. We simply want to get on with philosophy. With philosophising. But that will not be allowed. That cannot be allowed.

Because they sense something about philosophy. They feel a kind of awe of philosophy, despite everything. They know that it’s philosophy they have to go after. Not history, say. Not the fine arts. Not music. Not English literature. No, it’s philosophy – it must be philosophy. Philosophy must be made to do their bidding. Philosophy in particular.

 

The chemical engineering move.

A special destiny for philosophy, alone among the humanities. A special path mapped out for philosophy, along among the humanities.

To warn the rest of the humanities that this could happen to them. To send out a signal that no one’s safe in the humanities. That no subject can hide. That no subject can hope that things will simply pass them by.

The uni’s coming for you: that’s what the chemical engineering move is showing. At any time! Any moment!

Never think you’re safe! Never think you’re hidden! If we can do it to philosophy, we can do it to you. If we can move the least applied, most theoretical of humanities disciplines to the most applied, least theoretical science subjects, we can do it to you. No one’s immune. No one’s too good for this treatment.

 

The chemical engineering move.

Anything could happen! The most absurd thing! The greatest absurdity! That’s what the university’s showing.

The university’s more powerful than common sense. The university’s ignores all common sense. That’s the lesson.

The uni can do what it likes: that’s what this says. That’s the message being sent out. Don’t wail that it’s an injustice. The university’s the arbiter of justice. Don’t cry out that it makes no sense. The university decides what makes sense.

This is a shock and awe move. This is a cow-the-humanities move. This is a we have infinite power move. This is a we can do anything we like move. This is a kneel and pray move. This is a behold our greatness move. This is a watch it or you’re next move.

 

The chemical engineering move.

What’s the uni reacting to? What risks does it face? Why does it have to devote so much of its resources to moving philosophy? Why is it doing this? What’s its strategy?

Is there something we’re missing here? Is there an angle we don’t understand? Is the university itself under pressure from some external source? Has there been a deliberate government clampdown on philosophy? Not that we know of. Not that we’ve heard.

The chemical engineering move is clearly a ritual sacrifice of philosophy – that’s the only way we can make sense of it. it’s a deliberate offering up of philosophy to strange gods.

What’s its roadmap? Is this some national thing? Is it a general persecute European philosophy thing?

from a greater authority? From a government authority? Is the uni itself subject to higher pressure, to government directives regarding the last remaining European philosophy departments?

 

The chemical engineering move.

Why is this happening? Is the university itself helpless in this?

The deep university’s making its move, maybe. Like the deep government making its move. It’s the equivalent of assassinating JFK. It’s a CIA thing. An MI5 thing. A DARPA thing. An MKUltra thing.

 

The chemical engineering move.

Because of its absurdity. Because it’s wholly ridiculous. Because it’s a farce.

 

The chemical engineering move.

The destruction of philosophy is not enough. The humiliation of philosophy: that’s the aim. The torture of philosophy. It’s not enough just to close us down. No – it has to be humiliation.

 

The chemical engineering move.

Because they can. Because they have to, even. Because this is their eschatological role at the end of times: the mockers of philosophy.

Chemical engineering is the only place for philosophy. The only place where philosophy, and even continental philosophy, had to be moved. To chemical engineering! Nowhere else!

 

The chemical engineering move.

Were they laughing as they did it? Did it amuse them? Do they know what they’ve done? Or is it more of an instinctual thing? An animal thing? Did they just sense, deep down, that is what should be done?

 

The chemical engineering move.

That philosophy should be glad of it, and tremendously glad! That philosophy should see this as an opportunity! What good fortune, to be moved in to chemical engineering!

 

The chemical engineering move.

Because the mockery of philosophy is a legitimate aim. Because it’s in keeping with the logic of all things. The complete humiliation of philosophy and especially European philosophy.

 

The chemical engineering move.

This wasn’t by chance. It was quite deliberate. Counter sense. Nonsense. But in keeping with the nonsense of the world! The countersense of the world!

Philosophy – to chemical engineering? Of course! Where else! There’s no other choice. No other place for philosophy. Nowhere else where it should go. Nowhere better! More appropriate! More fitting!

 

The chemical engineering move.

Imagining the meeting where they made the decision. Imagining the negotiations. Was it discussed? Did they weigh up the pros and the cons? Did they all just agree? Were there dissenters? Was anyone against it? Couldn’t they sense the nihilism – even if they’d never heard of the word, nihilism?

They did it because of the nihilism – an unconscious nihilism, but nihilism nonetheless. They did it because of the absurdity. As an unconscious revenge on philosophy. On the humanities in general.

They didn’t know what they were doing – not explicitly. Their left hand didn’t know what their right hand was doing – not really. But the university’s in the grip of deep, deep drives. There’s a whole institutional unconscious at work. A desire for revenge. On humanities expansiveness. On humanities freedom of thought.

They’re instinctively appalled by philosophy. A fear of philosophy – and especially European philosophy, which is actually about something, unlike analytic philosophy, which is a mere grinding of gears.

They know us as a threat – unconsciously. They experience us as an enemy – in the backs of their minds. At a certain level, quite instinctively they knew what was to be done. Which is why the decision was pushed through without objection. Through all the committees. Why it was simply announced as a fait accompli, without consultation.

 

The chemical engineering move.

We’re being made an example of. Philosophy’s being made an example of. And European philosophy – continental philosophy.

 

The chemical engineering move.

They’ve already won the war on theology. They’ve already closed down theology nearly everywhere. Now it’s philosophy’s turn. Philosophy’s next in line.

Because they know philosophy, after theology, is their true enemy. That only philosophy, after theology, can put all the pieces together – understand their Plan. That only philosophy, after theology, has the depth – the breadth.

 

The chemical engineering move.

They know they’re vulnerable to philosophy. That philosophers have discernment (some of us.) That they’re not taken in (a few of us.)

Of course, there’s deep philosophy, too – don’t forget that. The same deep philosophy that has utterly marginalised and shut down European philosophy. The same deep philosophy that has systematically succeeded in removing Indian and Chinese philosophy from every uni and that has almost succeeded in removing European philosophy from very uni. The same deep philosophy that is no doubt in league with greater forces – technocratic forces – to destroy European philosophy.

And it’s not as if we can rely on European philosophy to resist. So called continental philosophy is largely textual commentary philosophy, and even bad textual commentary philosophy. Supposedly European philosophy is mostly writing bad secondary books philosophy, with typical English incompetence. Continental philosophy, in general, is the product of comprehensive schools. Of grade inflation. Of philistine monoglotism.

 

The chemical engineering move.

We’re being called to arms. This is a summons to our true vocation. It’s being revealed to us: our reason for being in the world. The reason we exist. It’s being show to us: why we are at all. What our stupidity’s for – even our stupidity. How we might use it – even our idiocy.

None of this happened by chance. We didn’t end up working in this department by chance. And philosophy isn’t being moved to chemical engineering by chance.

It’s clear now, what our lives were leading up to. What we were supposed to be going. Where our idiocy has led us. Where our maverick religiosity was leading us.

We understand the eschatological role of European philosophy. And we understand the eschatological role we have as would-be European philosophers. As stupid continental philosophers.

 

Our chemical engineering philosophy. The philosophy that arose from being moved to chemical engineering. The philosophy that emerged from the cramped space of chemical engineering.

 

The chemical engineering test. What the chemical engineering forced us to. What it made us think.

 

To affirm the chemical engineering move. To know it as the possibility of our thinking, of our thought. It’s possible to talk of a chemical engineering breakthrough.

 

How chemical engineering broke and remade us. How chemical engineering broke us on its wheel. And remade us on its wheel.

 

The chemical engineering disaster. Which is also a chemical engineering rebirth.

 

We must speak of ourselves as chemical engineers from now on.

 

Our chemical engineering madness. Yes, we’ve been sent mad.

But something may happen because of this madness. Something may happen through this madness. What’s making itself known, as we dwell in madness?

 

The chemical engineering era has begun. A new phase in Five Bridges philosophy.

 

The move to chemical engineering logic. Its logic. Its anti logic.

This is a deliberate satanic parody. It’s an operation of the antichrist. A sign that the uni has been infiltrated. Devoured from within.

 

Philosophy, in exile. Philosophy, in hiding. Philosophy, disappeared inside us. And theology – even more hidden. Even more exiled.

Philosophy – European philosophy – hunted. On the run. Living under a false name – a chemical engineering name.

 

Philosophy, only able to exist under cover. Under an assumed name. In disguise. Philosophy, only able to be crypto philosophy. Speaking its truth by telling lies – chemical engineering lies.

 

Rewriting our modules in order to make their contents accessible to chemical engineering students. To make their aims and objectives intelligible to chemical engineering students. To make their learning outcome wholly understandable by chemical engineering students.

We won’t be allowed to use the words, epistemology and ontology and metaphysics. We won’t be allowed to use the words axiology and deontology and virtue ethics. We won’t be allowed to use words the chemical engineering students do not understand.

 

The chemical engineering taming of philosophy. The chemical engineering disciplining of philosophy. Making it biddable. Making it understandable to the university authorities. Because the authorities dislike what they cannot contain. What questions them. What questions authority and the limits of authority. What does not submit.

 

A series of meetings with philosophy. To plot a course for integration. To work together with chemical engineering. To find a way of working together. To plot a course. To make a roadmap.

 

A becoming chemical engineering of philosophy. And a becoming philosophy  of  chemical engineering?

Coast

We don’t know what counts or doesn’t count out here.

 

We’re not pulled in any particular direction. We’re open to all of them. To anything that could happen.

 

It’s what doesn’t happen at the coast that matters. No – it’s what unhappens.

 

We’re not who we were. Live out here long enough and you’ll forget your name.

 

Nothing happens here, and nothing needs to happen. And that’s what’s happening, or rather unhappening …

 

Our leave-us-in-peace to the world. Our call to be left alone.

 

We want to be unnoticed by the world. To reflect. To contemplate. To turn things over in our heads.

 

This is a brink. A threshold. Where something might or might not happen. Where nothing has to happen, right?

More Life

We’re the antinomians. We’re the bearers of the alien fire.

Total antagonism towards the world: that’s our only option.

 

More life – that’s what we want. But by way of death. By intensifying death.

 

Crying up our de profundis, as usual. Hoping for a reversal of the entire course of the world, as usual.

 

The goodness that destroys. That knows that that’s its task: to destroy us.

 

A deliberate plunge into the Fall. We’re going to fall further

 

Our destruction. That’s what would prove God’s existence to us: that we were instantaneously struck down – right now.

Witnesses

No one has any words for what’s coming next. No one will understand. This apocalypse. This coming horror … The shift that’s happening … there hasn’t been anything like it since the sixteenth century. Since the collapse of the Roman Empire. These are utterly exceptional times. These are times without precedent. That no one understands. Especially us.

 

The world is destroying itself. This world … is strangling itself. Is murdering itself. Is doing away with itself, willingly.

 

How come it’s happening now? How did we become witnesses to this? Why us? Who said it should be us? We’re idiots … morons … We’re the least deserving … The most foolish …

No one would have chosen us. No one would have picked us. We’re the most useless apostles. We can carry no message. My God, we’re wretched. But at least we know our wretchedness. Is that why?

 

To be living through such times. To witness the horror unfold around us.

What steeled us? Why didn’t we succumb? Why didn’t we believe the lies – not for a moment? Why didn’t we drink the kool-aid? What instincts did we have?

 

We weren’t duped. For the rest of our lives, we can say that: we weren’t fooled. We didn’t destroy ourselves, like everyone else. We were exceptional, when it came to it. We were unfooled. Unsusceptible, somehow. What was it in us? Who were we, after all? Despite everything?

 

We made it to the coast. The coast saved us. The coast rewarded us. For being who we were. The coast draws our kind towards it. The coast knew us in advance. Called us. And we came …

The coat wanted us. The coast exerted its gravity. The coast called, and we came … Is this our reward? Will we survive here?

 

We were tested and we did the right thing. We, we did the right thing?

We had the instincts. We felt it in our guts. We were good for nothing other than this – but we were good for this.

How many succumbed! How many crumbled! How many repeated their lines? But we came through. We survived. We were better than the others. Us – us.

 

We did something with our lives. By doing nothing. By refusing. By not going along with it all. By not acceding. We didn’t compromise, did we? We knew not to.

An angel must have whispered in our ears. We listened to our still inner voice. The call of conscience.

 

But what are we surviving for? What new world will be revealed to us? What are we going to be shown? What have we been saved for? What will we be witness to, and why?

Wretched witnesses … witnesses because of our wretchedness. Good for nothing, as we never were any good for anything. But we passed the test. How did we do that?

They threw out their nets, but they did not catch us. They sent out their drones, but they never found us. They sought to entrance us, but we couldn’t be hypnotised.

We were survivors after all. But survivors for what? What’s our purpose? To be witness on earth. To ready our testimonies. To bear our witness …

 

And the coast called. This is where we came for our victory lap. This is where we came to be with others of our kind. Because there are others like us here, we know that. Other resistors. Other refuseniks.

Extremes

I don’t want to live in a dull world. I don’t want the same. I don’t want moderation. I don’t want things to remain as they are.

Extremes – that’s what I want. Openings. Destructions. Breaches.

No liberalism. No mildness. No meekness. Madness – a dash of madness.

A cry – a life-cry. A life-rise. A life-rising. A scream, upwards. Sent upwards. That would tear apart the sky. A scream in search of what? God? Transcendence. Upwards. Rending the clouds.