Cool Repentance, and Why I Won't be Marrying Anytime Soon
What I wish I had said at the hopeful revaluation of the world at the end of my last blog post. An addendum and revision that is needed, but fuck it:
Truly, words can do no justice for what is actually good, speech unable to refer to truth. So too is reason, faith, and other fiction impotent in vital affairs.
No matter how hard the heart of the certain instinct tries.
What horror, pitifulness, and tragedy.
Such horror, pitifulness, and tragedy? I think not.
Ensure that you have no need for anything, no voice or acts, and realize great desires, you rare spirits and men of abundance and illegal independence—independent from God-given reason itself.
The resulting fallout wasteland of the Terminator style nuclear destruction and wipeout of humanist socio-politics itself might present a lucrative opportunity for sharp opportunists, those damn fuckers. Can you, provisional and young Taoist, necessarily damage and remove from play into the Yu-Gi-Oh! graveyard of activity and life denial retarded and Jordan B. Peterson tier (and therefore really easy to deal with) intelligent systems of oppression and repression without violence like Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s nonviolent civil rights movement, or some shit like that? Because you’re so strong and don’t need anything or to do anything? Rule without ruling? Act without acting? Can you allow the weak, the still, and the feminine to overcome and vanquish what is powerful, aggressive, and man? Man has utterly fucked up, being no significant final purpose of nature and therefore, reasonably, being a fuck up inherently. So we are clearly truly just getting started, when what is always ready to surpass the human instinct for a lack of resistance in the face of real back breaking labor and against meaningless and incomprehensible life that needs no representation, formalism, or stimulation initializes a passionate regime of ignorance of human valuation and quite mistaken sovereignty. “聖人不仁.” The higher man comes. And it appears that God is a saintly woman—a clever lil’ girl maybe—that needs to be forcibly fucked and shown what is the proper procedure for managing the industrial American empire. Fuck God.
In the ass.
Divine anal punishment and justice.
Detach yourself from reason and the world and you would see that true coherence is incoherent, Perry the Platypus. True order is disordered. And all that jazz. True strength appears weak, wretched, and ignoble and can never be appreciated or nurtured by life unworthy of life preserving democracy. And thank you for your cooperation and readily exploitable utility and form, intelligent men of good intuition, reasoning, and skill who are quick to heroically point out and seek what is true and certain. What is clearly true and real is illogical, foolish, and brutal and savage. Monstrous and bad. See the true reality that is no reality. Become indifferent to even the evil and ugly mystical illusions of obsolete and insular anthropocentric crypto-fascist Christianity!
But all this is just my uninvited personal opinion, perspective, and philosophy. After all, all the philosophers tell us that the world does not exist. The ancient Greek philosopher Parmenides, for example, says that it is impossible to speak of what does not exist. And if this fact is not clear or certain to you then you must have some sort of deficiency!
Apparently horrible and ineffable non-entity and self-annihilation suit me well.
And all this is also just a postmodernist and scientific theory of some person on the internet. So there’s no need for anyone or anybody to get butthurt or even remotely concerned over mere computer screen pixels, fictional cruel and cunning exploitations of anthropocentric vulnerabilities, vitalities, and virtual worlds, and written myth-science literature and horrible theory-fiction.
There is no need to get mad over that.
Go get a life or something instead.
And my life is much harder than the average person’s life.