Equivocality

From his essay “Against the Reproduction of Death”:

Existence itself may be considered an abyss possessed of no meaning. I do not read this as a pessimistic statement. If it be true, then I can see in it nothing else but a declaration of autonomy for my imagination & will– & for the most beautiful act they can conceive with which to bestow meaning upon existence.

This is my spiritual philosophy in a nutshell. This is why I can’t believe in gods or saviors. But it’s difficult to get this across. In all my rampaging deconstructions I am sometimes accused of being a nihilist. People watch me tear apart the worlds and stories of others and misinterpret this as rage at some emptiness inside me. Not so. It is that emptiness which allows me to fill myself with new and better narratives. For we badly need them. (From the ‘war on terror’ to the boy who made you think you were ugly.)

All I need to do now is become better at storytelling, both making the stories up and telling them.

Art can never mean as much as a love affair, perhaps, or an insurrection. But . . . to a certain extent . . . it works.

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