Nihilism as a result of the `fall of
meaning´, ingredulity toward all narratives including the master
narratives like capitalism, the logic of which as much produced this
post-modern impasse as it produced the conditions post-modern
philosophy tries to describe, leaves us with nothing to believe in.
No absolute values, no ideals, no perfection or completion.
But even the most frantic nihilist can't reach the absolute zero of nothing as by definition nothing isn't anywhere or anything. It is nowhere, and the nihilist, being somebody, by definition, a being, an object, can't escape this beingness in the world nor the conditions of it. The body is somewhere, a perspective, albeit focused on nothing, and can't but return again and again to the physical world as the mind fails to sustain the abstract nothingness against the ever insistent physical context.
But even the most frantic nihilist can't reach the absolute zero of nothing as by definition nothing isn't anywhere or anything. It is nowhere, and the nihilist, being somebody, by definition, a being, an object, can't escape this beingness in the world nor the conditions of it. The body is somewhere, a perspective, albeit focused on nothing, and can't but return again and again to the physical world as the mind fails to sustain the abstract nothingness against the ever insistent physical context.
There's always, of course, the final
solution to being, which is to end the physical perspective, kill the
body. In a way, suicide, then, would be the logical conclusion to
nihilist thought, but suicide itself is a physical act against the
self as an object. And as such it is more a refusal than affirmation
as it can ever only affirm nothing. Maybe it can be seen as a refusal
to accept the totality of being in favor of nothing, and thus can be
seen as a kind of re-instatement of free will against the oppressive
cacophony of a an absurd world.
Maybe also as a sign of weakness, but
as such sensible, if it is the letting out of being nothing can save
anymore. A way out of the pain of being. But it is an act of undoing
something that is, and as such calls for something that is as close as
being unnatural as something of the natural world can be. It calls
for an immense excersision of strength the realization of which can also
revive the will itself to realize its own power. A victory of the
mind over body.
With enough pain, physical inability
and trauma, or just an overwhelming comprehension of the nothing that
is left, this victory would then lead to the ending of the self
physically. End of story. But if this state of comprehension is
reached not in haste and panic desperate for total relief, whatever ability
there remains is freed from the restraints which are heretofore
limited by the might of the will that can refer to nothing at all
times, and be as free as on the moment of the acceptance of this nothingness, unbeing as a solution.
You may have horrible crimes on your
conscience, or you may have suffered devastating injustices that
weigh you down as equally as if you would have commited these crimes
done on to you, but as you close in on this nothingness, and are
aware of it enough to pay attention to its implications, the history
that determined your weight and contextualized your crimes have also
become just stories the meaning of which is just plain nothing. And
you have become weightless as a result. What is done is done, and there's more to come.
If you can live with the implications
of this cosmic nothingness as the ultimate context you are free to
create yourself from what remains, from the perspective that remains,
that is, if you did not do away with it. And the implications: Imagine being
conscious of this nothingness, but without the body: There would
simply be nothing to animate with this consciousness, no point in
time, no sense of place, no point of reference what so ever, what would
that be like?
Would you be like a spirit in the
vacuum, like god, if you will, inhabit nothingness, be there in
contextual nowhere, always already enclosed within yourself perfect
and complete? Or is it that you disappeared like a flame blown out, and
there is nothing left? Same thing, nothing, but the logic of which is
that if you have nowhere to go, nothing but relief to expect, this is
your destination. Leave the self and the body behind as finite
constructs as they were and always already just fractions of the
potential the zero holds within itself.
But as said before, you don't have to
kill yourself to discover this, you just have to let go of everything
you are holding, everything that is holding you back and let yourself
be hollowed out by nothingness, and when you are done, open your eyes
again to discover the diachronistic majesty that is the infinite
potential of the zero, the horror of it and the miracle of it, that the world is really there and always more than what we can understand.
(So, what just happened? – Nothing.
What does it mean? – Everything.
What is the sense in that? – As implied, being itself is
enclosed by nothing, limited by nothing but itself, free to re-create
and re-invent itself at all times from what is there despite the
great cosmic nothing. As individuations divided from the zero, as
fragments free to disperse and dissolve we can also add up to
something, be something that we already are potentially, and by that,
I mean, responsible of what we make of what is there every time we
open our eyes. Despite all of our disbelief and faith in nothing,
things become statistically true, if they persist, like the world
itself, that was still there even after you merged with nothing. Your
body, like the bodies of others, are as real as the world, the body
of which is all we have, all we can study, all there is to limit us
from what we can be at worst and all that we can work with to do our
best. )
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