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Dec 08, 2005 23:22

This has been said over and over again, but I'm gonna say it again, because there's nothing more to say really.

This is it.

We're not chasing after something. We're not hoping for something. We don't have goals. We're not hoping to get somewhere. We're not working towards a higher reality. We're not waiting for God.

We're not waiting for an end. This IS the end. All the devastating erudition in the world, all the Nietzsche, Foucault and Derrida, all the discourse-destablizing-discourse won't get you out of wild instinctual, impulsive, immediate, sensational reality that Nietzsche had called Dionysian. You see a fly humming around annoyingly around your ears, then sitting on your food, then shitting, fucking, dying, but how often do you ask, "why is the fly doing this? is it living a good life? a meaningful life? a moral life?" How about when a volcano erupts? Flies and volcanoes just do whatever they do, and that's all there is to it. You too, just do whatever it is you do. All the theory in the world won't stop your body and brain decomposing into nothing, because that's what your body does.

Have I made my point? Dionysus is not a theorist.
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