What can stupidity discover, except more stupidity? What can idiocy reveal? Not even the depths of our idiocy. Not even its profounds.
What are we hoping to find? There’s nothing but nothing. Nothing other than nothing. Like our whole lives ..
A failing, that’s all. More failing. How can we stand anymore? There has to be some meaning in it, our failing. But no – there’s just failing. Just disaster.
We’ve lost our illusions. We’ve seen them for what they are.
Have we? Is that it?
To have abandoned even our greatest, wildest hopes. Especially those! Those above all!
To give up – finally. That’s what this is about.
The idiocy book can be buried with me. That would be fitting. Never published. Published by the earth. In the earth. Published as unreadable. As buried. Never brought to light. The tomb of the unknown idiocy-book writer. Beneath the earth sky.
Why do you always want to die?
It would make things simple, dying. It would clear everything up. A resolution – isn’t that what we want?
Is the darkness going to save us?
The darkness is going to forget us. The darkness is going to bury us.
If we laid our bodies down here, wouldn’t we just disappear? No one would remember us.
Dying in perfect obscurity – isn’t that a wonderful thought? Just giving up the battle. Closing your eyes, and being buried in some landslide. In some tunnel collapse. What a beautiful death.
You’d choke to death! You’d choke on earth!
You’d just be crushed. But it’d happen very quickly. You’d feel no pain – or barely any.
And then you’d be forgotten. You wouldn’t have a grave, or anything. And hopefully no one would know. No one would commemorate you.
Forgetting … I like that word. Some anonymous collapse. Some burial of everything. Universal darkness buries all ….
It’d as if you never were at all. As though you’d never opened your eyes. Wouldn’t you love that? Never to have been.
What about the idiocy-book?
Fuck the idiocy book.
What about your divine mission from Livia?
Fuck that.
This is the descent. Our katabasis, right. Our trip into the underworld. Our descent. In order to be reborn, remade.
Our hero’s journey. Our quest for transformation and enlightenment.
Endarkenment, motherfucker. It’s not about light. It’s about darkness – the darkness of the earth that extinguishes all light …
Just think of our thought crimes. Our crimes of pretension. Aren’t we ashamed of ourselves?
We’re imposters! Charlatans! We’re bad impressionists. Ventriloquist’s dummies. And we’ve always known it.
Which is why we wanted Livia to tell us off. We wanted not to be able to get away with it. We wanted punishment. We wanted correction. And what did we find instead? Livia’s perverse encouragement. Her tacit assent – to carry on. To deepen the farce. To continue the travesty.
AI has no terroir – in general. No relation to the earth.
Does AI feel disgust? Never. Precisely because it has no relation to the earth.
And it’s the same in relation to stupidity. AI cannot be stupid. Because stupidity is likewise of the earth. Stupidity is our relation to the darkness of the earth.
It was like the whole world was Livia’s joke. An inside joke – between Livia and Livia. Between Livia and God, maybe.
When the cry of our idiocy reaches the ears of God … The cry of our UK European philosophical idiocy …
The cry of disgust! Of our disgustedness! Of our drunken disgustedness! Won’t that arouse God? Won’t it wake the angels?
Won’t that be God’s cue to destroy the universe?
Our time at the university has been nothing but the sharpening of our idiocy. So that it might become a knife, our idiocy. A knife to be turned against ourselves!
We should sacrifice ourselves, like Abraham, Isaac. And at the last moment, God would intervene … except he wouldn’t ;not in our case.
Work in Progress 