/lit/ - Literature

/lit/, it's over, and it's not happy. This will be my last post here. It's only goal will be to let you know what sort of despicable, lowly vermin you all are, and to maybe give a few others hope of fleeing while they can, of seeing the vile parasitic entity we've become and taking off in psychotic, self loathing terror. Run, or they'll remove your frontal lobe and spoon feed it to your babbling self, being careful to scoop up all the inevitable half chewed slop that dribbles down your chin. You will be comfortable with your distanced stare and postmodern relief-fund from the horrors of everything Real, but you will never know God, you will never know Truth, you will never know Fear, you will never know Beauty, and your art will be nothing more than a distraction, a spectacle, reality TV for excessive egos.

I bet you cringed when you read that, didn't you? Go ahead, do it again you goddam coward, you incredulous scum-sucking man-child afraid of the poor taste of your own shadow. Fuck you.

Let us discuss:

Is literature best done for the sake of literature/art/aesthetics, or is it best done for the sake of ideas/spreading "knowledge"?