/lit/ - Literature

>>10984324
one more thing about the yuga and why it's a relevant concept. basically, the End of the World is the 'desert of the real' that baudrillard talks about. it's also, in a sense, what could be argued is that thing that the mob is frightened of: what if *no* hero intervenes to save us?

well...what if?

it's *fear* that makes us do things we don't want to do. now, to be sure, allowing the end of the world to happen because we simply couldn't make up our minds is a sub-optimal outcome, sure. it would have been better if we had had a better plan. but our better plans got tangled up in our other better plans. like one of those dwarf fortress chain-games where by the end of it all nobody even knows what half of the traps are supposed to do and it's a complete clusterfuck.

but at the same time, the concept of yuga as glass explains it is just so fucking germane. there is the terrain of the thing you were afraid to see. that is what lies beneath it, that for which the now-ineffective scapegoating was done. neither so good or so bad. well, okay - it's bad if you look to cormac mccarthy to explain it. but even in that case it wasn't even so much the land itself, which was always still poetic, viewed sub specie aeternatis. what was really scary there was the judge. the judge was bad news.

but in reality there is no judge either. he exists because he incarnates so much of what we are afraid of, what we are afraid we inescapably are or must become. when things *really are beyond the control of humanity* even at its most feverishly calculating, there's kind of an important psychological process at work there. that nobody is to blame for this.

fucking finally.