the end result of millenia of negative theology, hovering like a dark, baneful star over the horizon of the West. A void in place of the arch’s keystone, uncovered emptiness at the top of the cathedral spire of universal history, only waiting for the flame of consciousness to crumble this cracked and ruined edifice constructed with the sadness of a thousand generations. Our time has its finger on the detonation switch, waiting for the signal to detonate the final implosion at the end of our journey. Nothingness will be revealed as the ground for essential richness.
The dazzling obscurity of the secret Silence, outshining all brilliance with the intensity of their Darkness, and surcharging our blinded intellects with the utterly impalpable and invisible fairness of glories surpassing all beauty.
In order to arrive at knowing everything, desire to know Nothing.
– Saint John of the Cross
Only revolution brings nothingness, and that is its excellence, which its vandalism makes good again, or rather, makes complete.
The break with the sacred, or rather of the sacred, may become general. A revolution never returns, but mighty, reckless, shameless, conscienceless, proud — crime, does it not rumble in distant thunders, and do you not see how the sky grows presciently silent and gloomy?
– Max Stirner