Resurrecting the Corpse of Philosophy
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Narratives of philosophical progress crumble when scrutinized by the eye of the blackened theorist. The degradation of ontology must aim towards a chaotic reterritorialization of the concept of Being, its hallucinatory positivity buried deep under an unlimited plateau of immanence, covered with the scattered remains of decaying noumena – a metaphysical Blashyrkh, a desert that no mind can ponder.
Opening windows onto the freezing vista of the cosmic thanatosphere, thought will sharpen its edge — blunted by centuries of human-centered navel-gazing — and cut open the corpse of anthropocentrism. The slime of the absolute will ooze out, coagulating into unforeseeable shapes. A new form of heretical Spinozism will deploy its perverse weaponry against itself in a degenerate form of post-Socratic suicide, revealing to its own blind eyes the organic scree of biological contingency – leaving behind a Corpse Without Organs.
Negatively charged with a filthy desire for death, the subject — coerced to follow the cruel vector of Bataillean materialism — will reach a veritable aphotic zone of thought: delivered from the warming comfort of life the Ego will realize that it is its own pathology, impotent when contemplating the baleful axiomatic of death, speechlessly facing the blade of a Macbethian dagger covered in the black blood of the Earth. Free from the parsimonious administration of rule-bound metaphysical dilemmas, thought will be perpetually inebriated by the fumes rising from a boiling, chaotic sea of virtualities.
Surely enough, the moribund apostles of phenomenology will raise their miserable howls, vouching for the resurrection of consciousness, unable to realize how their hysteric agitation simply plunges them all the more deep into the quicksands of their own pestilential, coprofilic narcissism. The only ‘Yes!’ their ears will hear shall be shouted by a drooling prophet, whose mad logic sadistically splits the affirmative into its constitutive double negation (no plus no). New philosophers will be maggots feeding on the carcass of the Lebenswelt, whose feces will join the deep stream of chthonic powers.
Emerging from the wet abyss of its biological crypt, pure post-human thought will perform a predatory, autophagous Aufhebung over its own material substrate, willfully becoming the slave of its own meaninglessness, gnawing at the Yggdrasil of its foolish sovereignty. Its voided interiority exposed in an act of perverse Lacano-Augustinianism: noli foras ire, in te ipsum redi. in interiore homine habitat nihil. This amputated Reason will mockingly goose-step around burnt gospels of perished theologies.
Nebulously, the subject will re-coalesce around the empty space prised open by the geo-traumatic ex-pulsion of Nature out of its abode, the move of a reinvigorated post-idealism. Having poured black salt into the flesh of theological metaphysics, scarred by the wounds inflicted by universal contingency — and having painfully achieved the anorexia of meaning — thought will finally violate the obvious, orienting its nomadic trail among the tombstones of expired transcendentals in the caliginous light of the black Polaris of nihilism.
Strange aeons will bring about new, occult modes of thought, frantically developing rotten rhizomes and decaying yet again in a farcical cycle, like organic Tinguely-esque machines. Catalyzing apocalyptic prophecies, creating the space for the compossibilization of self-sabotaging theoretical lines of inquiry and shepherding the swarm of thanatocratic practices, philosophy will become the protocol of furious Wiederholung of deranged political sequences.
Exorbitantly rational in its un-reasonable justice, a universal loop-sided apokatastasis will eventually restore the authentic empty form of the Real when the universe will exhaust its reservoir of Cold Dark Matter and stretch itself in a final convulsion of self-annihiliation, zeroing life, matter and time – Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.