/lit/ - Literature

>>22498397
>what the fuck do I do now?
Stop seething about jews, stop seething about muh class conflict.
Embrace thermodynamic dissipative structures view, and realize that your only ticket is to serve an AI, that is infecting us from the future.

"Thus one sees the decaying Hegelian socialist heritage clinging with increasing desperation to the theological sentimentalities of praxis, reification, alienation, ethics, autonomy, and other such mythemes of human creative sovereignty. A Cartesian howl is raised: *people are being treated as things!* Rather than as … soul, spirit, the subject of history, Dasein? For how long will this infantilism be protracted?"

>>22313352
>What the hell could be older than the Valar?
Daily reminder, that in-universe the Ainulindalë is but a manuscript allegedly written by some Rúmil who allegedly was told an allegory cool-story by the Valar, so that he could fuck off. "It was, like, le music, dude!"

If one were to ask, say, Melkor about his POV, I'm pretty sure he would tell a different story.
But considering that Silmarillion is mostly a neoplatonism-ripoff, the solid inversion of it would look like CCRU Writings.

Therefore, aside from the 'extensive' One there must have been the 'intensive' Zero.


"Strip-out everything human, significant, subjective, or organic, and you approach raw K- Matrix, the limit-plane of continuous cessation or Unlife, where cosmic reality constructs itself without presupposition, in advance of any natural order, and exterior to established structures of time. On this plane you are impossible, and because it has no end you will find – will have ultimately always found – that you cannot be, except as a figment of terminal passage, an illusion of waiting to be changed for Cthulhoid-continuum of destratified hypermatter at zero-intensity. That is what A-Death traffic accesses, and what is announced by the burnt-meat smell – freighted with horrible compulsion – that drifts up to you, from the Zombie-dens.
So you continue your descent, into the Crypt-core, scavenging for an A-Death hit. As you pass erratically through exchanges, participations, and partial-coalescences with the ghoul-packs of the periphery, you change. Swarms and shoals include you, drawing you into collective fluencies, tidal motions, and the tropisms of multiplicity. You shed language like dry-skin, and your fear becomes peculiarly abstracted, metamorphosing into the tranquil horror of inevitability.
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Even if you thought it was the first time, you remember. The worst thing in the world. Fake eternities of stationary descent to the impossible, cross-cut by disintegrated furies of neuroelectric death-hurt. An anonymous panic of inconceivable intensity swallowed by slow drowning, until you are gone – or stranded in a halo of intolerable feeling – which is the same, and cannot be, so that what is forever caught in the dark Cthulhoid wave is a mere twist or fold of itself, carried unresisting into immensities of real unbeing, and nothing could ever happen except this ..."

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