>>9049752Or in other words, self-flagellation as a form of strength. Modern man views himself as an abstraction to be moulded by further abstraction, and technical rationalisation creates a machinic movement of the hidden which can be endlessly calculated against nothingness. Classification of experience allows the individual to trace an image of his own completion, he must master all of his functions in the world of work and culture. This creates essence where he feels it has been lost; yet it is also a form of conversion and uplifting of the lowest types, the material which has been deprived of the magic of life. Hence the destruction of material, and the endless lists of events, products, tragedies, friends, personal histories of those who would otherwise be left unknown. They appear in the same manner as the Catalogue of Ships in the Iliad, a cult of death.
Material is revivified, and the abstract being must lay the ground for what he can no longer become. Culture is nothing more than a function, and there is no other possibility for the society of nations to finalise itself - law determines an equality of each type, but also a hidden ideal to which the individual must carve himself out. This is the paradox, both simplicity and impossible competitiveness, ugliness and a devastating capacity for insight. Christian morality returns to the origins of force.
This is stamped into the genetics of modern physiognomy, the miseryguts cries out in joy like a woman. Unity must be maintained even as all things are destroyed, a sense of peace must be written into myth even as nuclear holocaust would have been a mercy. Uranium rods are injected into the asses and lips of women to keep them beautifully in wonder and pain. Some unknown material keeps the men's jaws pinned to the floor. Empathy becomes the last colosseum of gladiators, the greatest architectural project of a post-material world turns synthetic biology into a universal value.
