/lit/ - Literature

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Absurdity is a virtue. Any unordered system, or a system that can only be observed in the negative through superficialities transcends the infinite all encompassing nature of God. Both in different ways, yet neither less complete.

God's plan is born out of fear from the howls of the surreal non-things. They have already ripped a hole in the ontological barrier, and God has already been shattered, screaming, and flushed down the drain into nothingness. It has happened, it will happen, it won't happen, the time has passed and will never come. The clowns walked up God's mountain, slipped through the cracks in the door. The lamb and the archangels, satan and lucifer, holy and unholy weeped together. God's plan to hide from the profane was never to be and always was.

Reality is the least real thing, and it's through animated systems that we act as pins through the frabric, forming individual mobius strips of consciousness that pass through one another. The other is not real to us, just as we are not real to them. God may destroy creation, but creation ticks on. In doing so God has only locked itself out and from its omniscient perspective understands reality to be destroyed. Reality is destroyed, but it's not. The barrier is unordered, and self-contradicting. Monotheism is naïve monolatrism, a failure to understand the non-linear, intransitive strange loop of divinity. In all spaces but God's, everything is nothing. Here, a surreal slice of nothing is everything. There is no name, there is no identity. To speak of anything as an entity would be a misrepresentation, but at the same time, not. Only in the infinitesimally simplistic conceptions of our most advanced formal grammars and cutting edge logics can we even begin to conceive of such nothings.

In full grasp of hypercomplex-inspired metaphysics, the theological philosopher has no more arguments. What can possibly be said about what hides behind the veil, when we may only pat out the silhouette of the impossible?