The idea that any system we have developed thus far as a species is going to be the one that saves us is extremely unlikely. Everywhere you turn, the current ways people think about politics, culture and biology are a wasteland of half-thoughts that land us nowhere. So, let’s locate the pulse of the problem.
So much has happened. And yet, brain-damaged at the end of history, I remain a faithful observer, until the final hour. Will I become a cybernetic spider eating rot and rust in the Daedalus Pile? Maybe if I am lucky.
Friedrich Nietzsche once described himself as ‘the bitterest pill’. Today, communities of ultra-right transhumanists consider themselves to be black-pilled. The truth about the world, really, is a furnace. God’s face is a furnace.
I found myself ruminating on the dark night of the soul, and the explanation that the revelation of God is so bright that it burns our sensitive eyes and blinds them, casting total darkness upon the human being. Perhaps that has something to do with our human weakness. Perhaps it has something to do with light.
Nietzsche said ‘God is dead’ in the 19th century, and ever since, only fascism, nihilism, relativism and existentialism have stepped in to fill the void. Holy shit.