Another fantasy of mine has revealed itself as a delusion: The end of the world as we know it. Even the end of humanity. There’s this famous old wife’s take about cockroaches surviving high degrees of radiation. As impossible as it seems, I guess it’s true. But what escaped us in our post-coldwar mindset is that it’s really us that are the roaches, and it’s always been us. We have long overstayed our welcome. The dinosaurs knew when it was time to go. We refused. Climate change may be inevitable, but its consequences won’t be fatal for us. Us, the darwinian Champions, peak of creation, we’ll survive the end of everything we know and spread our terror and trash and feces to other places. When you thought it couldn’t get much worse you were wrong. It will continually get worse. There is always a ‘worse’. We won’t be extinguished by biblical floods or suns imploding. There will be no raising the finger, no huffing and puffing and exclaiming: ‘I told you this would lead to our end!’ We will be around: consuming, shitting, burning, commanding, trashing everything in our path. We will be around. Even when the roaches go.
You are the author of everyone else’s demise. You’re the reason for the alienization of the individual and the atomization of society. Snake oil vendors promise antidotes that reveal themselves as not only opiate for the masses, but even contribute further to the inevitable path we’ve made for ourselves. Strange times these are, like Quicksand. When your only resort is complete apathy, what does that say about us as a species? I suppose empathy was always meantto be a euphemism for suffering.
Hope is deception for those who’ve already given up
It’s either initiate or death
Wir sind die eierlegenden Wollmilchsäue des 21. Jahrhunderts
FoMo is one of the driving factors behind human interaction and thought. Consider the two (almost) diametrically opposed ideas of antinatalism and the Multiverse theory. We like to believe that any life is worth living, though at the same time we tacitly admit that all conscious existence entails suffering. What gives? No one knows what non Existence even is, philosophically, much less do we know what it would be like, if it would ‘be’ at all, or if it is nothingness. We do not even comprehend nothingness. What an embarrassing, anthropocentric belief then, that life is somehow inherently worth living, that existence is somehow inherently preferable to non-existence. Why then is this thought so deeply ingrained into our psyche? There is an infinitude of reasons, but few stand out. The individual consciousness, only knowing existence, must rationalize his state as superior. He simultaneously wants his existence to be meaningful, which it is not, and his non existence to be tragic, which it also is not. Our physical bodies are cosmic shitstains that egin to rot from the very moment you’re conceived. Our very essence seems fleeting, and this only worsens as our patterns of thought adhere more to cold materialism. Here the multiverse theory reveals itself as two things: The ultimate coping strategy of the individual mind and the picture perfect Utopia of an egalitarian, all encompassing, infinite cosmos. What can we even miss out on, if every possible person has already born, every decision already been made, every life already been lived, and every thought already been had. What great comfort does it give the solitary mind. At the same time, it means that no person has ever not-existed, indeed that every possible sperm has scored an egg somewhere, that there is a paralell world where Anne Frank went on living, that there is another planet where you yourself made all those different decisions at those turning points of life you keep wondering about. What a beautiful natalist fantasy indeed, since it wholly includes antinatalism. There can be no lives that have never been lived, there is no more potential, no more wonder, nothing new under the sun. There is a world where you dont exist, but infinite ones where you do. Absolutely nothing is impossible, and everything is true. It’s a sterile, castrated vision of existence, because it allows for everything, which really allows for nothing. Imagine a song that uses every possible note, no, every possible sound and also ever y possible silence. That is the multiverse theory. I’m still not certain however if it is them coping, or if it is me coping.
All insight that is profound is subcutane. In our subconsciousness rests intangible wisdom, but it doesn’t adhere to the standards of language nor thought. It is inexplicable, useless, as the Teleologist would deem it, it is not worldly. We access it only through a kind of revelation. It is twisted and fitted so that we might understand it. Just lucid enough to be understood by us halfwits and yet just pure enough to retrain its original depth: subcutane. Shrouds itself in simplicity and clarity, but remains infinitely deeper than any so called “complex” thought, which really is just interconnected, not profound. is not revealed to us through inquiry or analysis, nor through abstraction nor logic, but rather through its connection to the world as it is experienced – Much like the parroted story of the apple that explained gravity. For all its idiocy it does have a kernel of truth. Insight is never devoid of experience, ‘being’, action. It’s a symbiotic state of the consciousness resting and the subconscious being freed in that cathartic moment where one is just being, flowing, and then is struck with a rock to the head (like this one). Most conscious thought, I fear, is an ungodly mix of mimesis, reflection and navel gazing. It’s human nature to strive for that which we cannot have.
Every time you buy from Amazon, or something from China, or literally anything shipped, you’re contributing to the downfall of this planet and it’s marvelous, fragile ecosystems. Every time you get yourself a Mango, or a fast fashion shirt, or a takeaway coffee, you’re supporting the outsourcing of labor and the post-slavery of less fortunate (meaning they didn’t subjugate as good as us) countries. Every time you pay taxes (well, in Germany) a fraction of it is used to finance arms deals so that Turkish paramilitary fascist pigs can slaughter Kurds in what can only be described as a wilfully ignored, tacitly permitted genocide. Every time you do literally anything online you’re feeding a semi-omniscient turbocapitalist monster whose only interest is to acquire more data so he can more effectively lure you into giving him your everything. Welcome to the world of implied consent. We’re all assholes and hypocrites, but no one wants to talk about it. We no longer need conspiracy theories, as we are now the authors, conspiring against the future children of the human race.