You and me, now, dancing together,
as the final snow drifts down.
You can gouge your eyes out, if you must.
If you choose to blame sight for what can be seen.
But I do think, that such a dramatic gesture
would be more a refusal to see beyond duality,
than an actual encounter
with an absolute that could negate the will to see.
As there is no devil, there is no god here,
except the ones in the make,
and as it is a collective effort,
We is its name in good and the worst.
The end of divine scripture
is the beginning of history.
Thus history is not about to end,
it is about to begin.
(It can begin only when the absolutes are left behind)
But be aware:
De te fabula narratur.
It is you that is being narrated.
As plural as we are,
we write it, so that we wouldn’t have to be
as if we came out of nowhere,
be so close to nothing, as if it was yesterday,
and we had no past nor base.
The Apocalypse, if you will,
in the collective nerve cortex,
after which creation could begin again,
if we stop negating ourselves
by the force of our nature
and refuse the internecine opposition with everything,
because we refuse nothing.
And to accept nothing
as the limit
to everything,
as radical as it is,
it is what sets us free.
What fate there is,
is written by us, by our choices
on the perilous fabric of conditions,
that is, the physical limit of our will,
beyond which we have no authority.
So, admit, please,
that your will is your own,
and not that of the others.
You are no measure to the sum
that vastly outnumbers you,
nor can the others define you
as you are.
The subject is not its cause
the way being is its own cause.
The will to die is granted, as is the will to live
– for no reason. That is how open it is to be
when you have nothing behind you.
And are not these, the will to be and the will to die,
of the same refusal, but turned against the self,
when you curse sight and abort being,
when you want to be forever the same
and cancel being as such?
A matter of determination, and not empirical,
by definition, even if often repeated as a conclusion
– as if a conclusion had ever ended anything.
The conditions will not cease to alter,
nothing I say can and will remain the same.
