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Aye

A political-theological work on eternity, in dedication to the legacy of Reiner Schürmann

Premissa Propositio

Once upon a time there were human beings,
and they lived happily ever after…

Being

I like being with everyone so much. We are nothing but each other’s happiness.
We are not time, and the future does not matter if one grasps the eternal moment.

God

We don’t fear God anymore,
and this is the cause of our benothinging.

Life and Death

Where we feared God, we felt death.
Without the feeling of death, and thus without God,
reality became an unreality in the name of the ‘real’.
Let us turn towards life and death again.

Introduction: Time and Eternity

The future: whose time is allowed to cast it? Which time matters? For if the future is a time, it must be measured! But what if time is just bad eternity? Aye! If that were so, there would be no need for all its categories of measure. With no time, there is no future, no pessimism or optimism, no progress or decline. Time is the judge and the telos. But eternity, not even opposed, but wholly affirmed, is always (all ways), the good forever affirmed. Aye!

Science Won’t Save Us…

You can learn all the science you want, but things of ‘reason’ and ‘cause’ have their ends. You can learn all the science you want: it won’t make you a ‘good’ person! How you ought to live and how we ought to live with one another have little to do with it, at least not in the sense that there is some rigid moral order: ‘if only we could just find it’. No! What did Heidegger learn when he closed the case on Being? Ahh! What a blunder! The only morality is thus: leave open the question of being; be worthy of it. If not, in any moment of distress (and each moment is always distressed at some scale), we devastate and resent. But science could never allow such ‘open mindedness’. Those scientists are detectives – always closing cases. Unfortunately so, for it will be our permanent openness, truly wide-eyed and guileless, that saves us.

but Religion

Let us say our future will be met with disaster. It doesn’t matter how, but let us say there is significant distress on people that causes mass migration and mass unrest (this is already our plight, no?). What will likely happen then? The destitute will intrude upon ‘privately owned’ resources. They will ‘steal’ and ‘illegally’ cross borders. State forces will produce additional crises. They will protect property owners and their borders. Here’s my solution to doomsday, and this is my answer for any doomsday – imagine the worst as you like! My solution is stupid and simple: be Christian.

Christianity?

I don’t fear our ‘time’ and its supposed travesties. I fear people. I fear those with any interest in the future of the human being. I fear the minds of metaphysics and the sciences. That amounts to saying I fear their instrumentalism, theticism, and reason. With metaphysics and science, one can benothing anything, even nothing! To think the vulgar, bastardized children’s games of what are called economics and international relations could ever be called science. Everywhere realism manifests itself is a moral void, but a moral void does not make a science, despite too many at university being taught just that! When veritable plight arrives, the ‘scientist’ will reach the telos of their ‘rational mind’ and become an inhuman brute (that is, a ‘scientific consequentialist’, and the supposed ‘social’ scientist already doctrinally is this brute), but the righteous will not succumb to laying waste to this earth ‘in the name of…’. The latter will suffer as true Christians do. They will not dehumanize. They will sacrifice in absolute self-denial. They refuse to benothing a thing, even nothing! For all is creature of God, nothing in itself, but God.

Christianity

Should there still be history and should we have regret for adding a few more ‘cides’ to this history, we will see we’ve learned nothing throughout it. The Christian: murdered like a sickly and stupid mutant in our darkest moments, exalted posthumously.

Religion I

Christianity is somewhat a case, and the above could be written for a number of well-established religions. Most religions, it is true, may lead us out from that abyss of self-certainty in metaphysics and science (that includes their uncertainty!). Most religions may teach us to find God and ultimately the Godhead. It is religion that makes us who we are, for it strips us of everything and gives us nothing else.

Religion II

But let me stop with the nonsense! I’ll be homely, earnest, and even a realist if it suits you. A practical example is what you want! Why should we place faith over logic and technology? Where have these latter brought us, us having once been so firmly rooted by faith? Why is it Leftists, typically well-educated and privileged by their own measures, demonize the religious? Leftists have criticized religion (and outright persecuted the religious) for being bourgeois. Yes! The thing that unites most of the global destitute and powerless is bourgeois! This has been Leftists’ greatest failure, the one thing for which they most greatly need to atone.

Religion III

I will only give a partial answer to what religion ‘is’. For now, I will say this: we are to love others as oneself, but our truths are only our own. To be a religious one, is to live in truth, which has no reference or ‘for’ beyond itself. The child is the truth. Children have no reason for anything that they do (any answer they may give to the contrary is only intellectual, a mediator introduced only in retrospect, or a forced and thus false confession), yet they know exactly what they ought to be doing, and they do it without reference to anything external. They do not mediate. Whether we cite Jesus or Nietzsche, the (Dionysian) child is the religious one. Jesus invites us to be a child of God as he himself is a child of God.

Bad Religion

However, undeniably there are those who claim to be religious – in name only! They are likely the majority. Religion would not be so off-putting otherwise. Allow me simply to point to where I am worried. Beware the rise of conservative Evangelical Christianity (the world’s fastest growing ‘religion’), and anything that resembles it in other religions.

Eternity: Antithesis for a Non-Future

Kairos

As I say, there is no good future for that entails calculative ethics, ‘bad timing’. But there is still a good time: the kairos, the magnum tempus. But this ‘time’ is eternal, something that therefore has no past and no future as no action acted and no disposition disposed is either past or future. It can fall into no schema. The kairos only presents itself and is indeed always present. What it requires is simply its eternal affirmation. Aye! Most simply, the eternal affirmation means, no matter the time, no matter the circumstance, make all times good times.

Eutopia

The kairos relates essentially to a faultless disposition – the child’s disposition. Eutopia – the good place – is the complement of the good time. We ought always to have a good time regardless of place. Eutopia concerns what one calls the political or the social (which are both incorrect terms for the environmental). For the religious one, eutopia concerns the religious ‘some’ (which is ultimately a plural singlularity or ‘one’). Every good religious thinker knows that what is needed is permanence, or eternity. Thus, production in the good place must be indefinitely sustainable, without environmental consequence. Eternity is perhaps today the more challenging aspect of eutopia, as we live in a place that functions according to its near opposite, but it is not the only aspect.

The other is perhaps a conceptual impossibility and is thus better described through the history of several terms rather than any concept on its own. Take several groups of words: whole, healthy, and holy, on the one side, and host, gast, hospodar, and heer on the other side. These seem to have never been conceptually combined, although they are clearly combined without word (and perhaps this is for the best; the Orthodox theologian knows that all the conceptual understanding in the world is infinitely inferior to experience, nothing without pódvyh). What is wholesome became what is holy and revered. Host in English means a servant of guests: devoid of its capitalist misappropriation, one who is religiously welcoming or loving, if you like. Guest (gast in Dutch or German) has the same origin as host. In Italian, host and guest are the same word, ospite. Guest and host are thus essentially the mirror of one another: one is both a host and guest. In other cultures, one who is host is the Lord himself. In many places in Eastern Europe, this is either Gospodar or Hospodar (note the fluctuation between the ‘g’ and the ‘h’). In Dutch and German, host is heer, which also refers to the Lord (Dutch: de Heer). Thus, the most holy, is also the one who is host and guest. Strangely, an unrelated term captures this connection between wholesomeness and hospitality, and even sounds almost as if it were connected, hygge in Danish and Norwegian. Hygge originates in thinking and reflecting (Old Norse, hyggja, is ‘to think’; the modern Icelandic verb for ‘to think’ is hugsa), and again unrelated, Heidegger has elsewhere shown that thinking is thanking, a commemoration, and a feast (gedenken). Finally, if we really wish, we may also include ‘economy’, or oikos, which essentially refers to ‘homemaking’ or ‘family-making’.

All of these terms should be reflected in eutopia, and thus, the topos is good in that it is eternal, wholesome (as all are host and guest), and holy, for it is known that what is wholesome and hospitable comprises the intelligible whole of the highest good.

Just words! Yes? I only say thus: eutopia is no intellectual exercise. Become these words in action and in person and see how we settle into eternal life.

The Person

We exist amongst innumerable human beings and things, but where are the people? Place someone conceptually or numerically and they are nothing. Give them a name and a history and they become sacred. To ensure eutopia, one must abandon the concept and the quantity (i.e., calculation) and experience relations. Relations are simply real. We all have them. We call those in these relations friends and family. Many people also extend their relations to their communities or nations, that is, to a people. Alas, the person is absent! Look around you in this very moment. You are almost certainly in a building built by unknowns, which is filled with things made by unknowns, whose materials were also made by unknowns, and the things from which those materials derive is equally unknown. There is no eternity if one does not see the person in the thing and the thing as a person. Maxims for maintaining the ‘personhood of the world’ are two. One, the economic, is know who produced something and how (including with what). All being has a history, and all else is incomparably secondary. Two, the philosophical, is see things singularly, not conceptually as species, genus, ethnicity, statistic, etc. The life and death of the single person inherently resonates. Thinking is a thanking, and this is displayed when a loved one passes away or when something momentous (e.g., the birth of a child) occurs. This singular, personal vision must also extend to the earth. Every mineral, plant, and animal must bear the same personal relationship.

Finale: Eternal Life

The last enemy of freedom is chronos. Let us leave it. The call to eternal life is (always) upon us!

Epilogue

A place nearby
the sea in the woods
peaceful and serene
while the world around encroaches
They saw Good within
They knew where it dwelled
The eternal is
there, is the moment
and they found a Good Place
and found a Good Time
upon it


Mariah is a fish deity (distantly) related to Proteus who is shown minor reverence among the peoples who sought refuge from the Indo-Europeans millennia ago. Mariah normally dwells at the bottom of arctic lakes and is a quiet and peaceful god. Mariah is concerned for human beings (as a shapeshifter, Mariah too is human). Mariah hopes we will find our peace and is trying to help us reconcile with ourselves, one another, other creatures, the gods, God, and the Godhead. Mariah is flattered by all third-person pronouns. Mariah worries people have already forgotten the gods as it stands…

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Exodus and Ecclesia

Clasp tightly to the hand of St. Bernard;
Invoke the Virgin, humanity baring forth Divine Light,
Remember the earth, for behold, dust brings forth
Salvation and Eternal Life,

And all have become silent,
Imperceptive of the totality of self beloved
In the love of God.

These things I say that you may remember the Locus of the Apophenesthai; these things must you dwell upon, that at the third crying of the flightless bird, the Gestell will be in mind, in and from and towards an unformed matter touched upon by numinous fear.  Rectification of the momentary leads towards the desert, and there do we dwell not for forty years, but forty times forty: all the generations of man. By the rivers of Babylon we sat down and wept.

For it is the Theotokos, the maternal over and towards both changing flesh and Unmoved Mover, who testifies of all Revelatory perception both in this age, and in the age to come. I am in the midst of the disastrous;

“Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.
Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.”

Job 3:3-4

“Acute consciousness of having a body – that is the absence of health…Which is as much as to say that I have never been well.”

Cioran

I am in the midst of Eternity:

“Before Abraham was, I Am.”

John 8:58

“Thou brakest the heads of leviathan in pieces, and gavest him to be meat to the people inhabiting the wilderness.”

Psalm 74:14

It is needful for us to consider this: that the heartbreak of existence is the crushing power that breaks Leviathan. I will begin now with a hermeneutic of humanity, and if the rest must be a mystery, it is well for us that it be so.

“I have never been well,”

for to be well is to be in communion with what is highest, and the highest excludes itself from the beginning of language, and, as we know, all connection with the flesh is corrupted by language. We do not recognize illness before we have already declared to ourselves, “I feel ill.” Similarly we do not become overwhelmed by loss without the unfortunate intrusion of the thought, “I am alone.”

Language is the grand disaster which torments us as we attempt life.  It is the invasive species which is always a thorn in the flesh. So long as language is needful, flesh is inseparable, and we become lost in the struggle for apathy.  But to say it is different for the Christian as for the heathen is preposterous, for the Supreme Subject of fear and awe, the Logos, the gathering together of all things into one, is at all times asserted upon us as we are subject to Him regardless of creed. We can not delineate the truly religious from the hopelessly atheistic, for both have come unto a state that is fully aware of the oppression of Signification.  Both seek reprieve from this torment in the cloud of unknowing, and the harder each strives towards it, the farther away it falls from them and rises above them and parts from East to West.

But whether we follow from morning til night the pillar of cloud and the pillar of fire, or whether we wander forever in the wilderness which we have chosen, yet at no point do we become farther away or closer to the promised land, for it is neither space nor time which separates, but the reprieve of God is only as close as our willingness to be silent before Him.

How can man will this? When the will of man is united in the will of God. From whence can this Will emerge? From the divine maternity, when out of the dust Light is perceived. The Unmoved Mover is the source of this Will which comes to us as the recognition of life is perceived as unspacial Unity. Yet in all places, this Unspaciality influences and moves the affairs of men, and who can deny this? For all men are formed in the Unspacial realm of thought, ever unable to realize the incapacity to unite with the momentary. Everything dwells for us in a doubled darkness of Cartesian self-delusion until the day we realize that if all men are incapable of placing themselves in the world, that this is unity: unity in the Unspacial. Yet this wondrous idyll of universality in our time is null because of the surplus of signification. 

The Divine gift of Logos is not to be found in the hypersignification of capital. It is not in the surplus of sign but in the surplus of Signified wherein the truly religious and the hopeless atheistic unite in fervor. The Word of infinitude swallows up the Ouroboros of infinite words, with finite meaning devouring itself over and again in an eternal recurrence of aesthetic infatuation. Here in the Ouroboros, the self relates to itself in relation, but the relation cannot return to the selfsame relation; so it returns over and over into the sea of memory. But with the rise of Leviathan the cycle of self-consumption collapses, and the overbearance of memory is cut short. This forces a collapse of language, and this collapse of excess produces an inevitable revival of Logos as gathering together of the totality, and we have expectation of the Sign of Jonas: we are swallowed up, we are entrapped by the desire for escape, and we land upon a foreign shore.

Leviathan swallows the Ouroboros, and we are only aware of desire to come out of ourselves for the first time. When we realize that the entrapment is the only freedom accessible, in this moment of revelatory consideration of radical pessimism, we become free in a way which was before as unseen as it was unnecessitated. Darkness gives us the rich silence, the fertile soil of despair, and this despair is the Gate which thieves would climb over. But possession, or Ousia as possession and being, of this despair, can only be accessed through the Gate of the rich darkness created by Leviathan. The future holds for us this pattern of Unspacialization: wherein collapse ignites universalities. 

Now this is not merely an outlining darkness; true horror can not be justified as a contrast for light to appear. This horror is not necessitated by any goal of transcendence. For the actualized horror is in the realignment of Logos itself. The reconnection and realignment of the self-relating relation of the self comes to us always as true numen when we convert to the narrow path of the definitive Word. Yet it is this horror which is as much drawn out of us as it is drawing us unto it, and the source of this is beyond comprehending: the mystery not of Being, but veiled by being.

“I have never been well,”

and to know that we never will be well is the first designification on the pathway towards the Cross. But this is a road which we must go down at another time, in another place, and by then it is my hope that I myself shall be found as somehow more realized in the closeness of the Divine Light borne out of dust, and that I shall be partway designified from this wasteland, this heap of broken images where the sun beats.

But let us come under the shadow of this red rock
And perhaps He shall show us something different.

There may we find fear in a handful of dust.


H. Ellis Williams was born in Regensburg, Germany, and is a Marine veteran who currently works in outdoor lighting. They have been writing for the last several years. Among their favorite authors are Heidegger, St. Bernard, and Ezra Pound. They reside in the state of Texas with their wife, Rachel.

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The Salt Branches

“And in those days men shall seek death, and shall not find it: and they shall desire to die, and death shall fly from them.”
Apocalypse 9:6

I

Though I cried out
From beyond the gulf,
I was as mute,

And though I stood so near to her
There was only a sign of motion
Collapsing into the utter silence.
Despair was met with
The singular cause, and
All things being uninterrupted,
There was no final end, only
The shying glances of the inward man
Now broken by the perpetual trees
That grow in no unnatural order
Along these stony grounds.

I am older now,
Yet I am no more myself
Than before this wreck.
Two streams of consciousness
That do not intersect
May have begun their course again, further,
But will not meet again
By this tree, for if all was lost
At least there would have been
No more of this dying sun,
No more of this sky soaked in
The fallow cries of cranes
That may yet reach the golden herds.

II

We have no mother, and
No hour of birth is known
By these stars,

Falling out of the aether in
Streams of white fire,
Existing yet in memory.
These were the totems of our life;
Our path was tread lightly by the passage
Of these frail bodies.
When the last one falls,
There will be no more gods
Who stand sure and steady.

Only the drops of rain,
Only the clapping hands of Jove
Will pass for signs.
In all this will I make my bed of thorns
And pray for death.


H. Ellis Williams was born in Regensburg, Germany, and is a Marine veteran who currently works in outdoor lighting. They have been writing for the last several years. Among their favorite authors are Heidegger, St. Bernard, and Ezra Pound. They reside in the state of Texas with their wife, Rachel.

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After Lucretius

A Naive Program

If the system breaks down the consequences will still be very painful. But the bigger the system grows the more disastrous the results of its breakdown will be, so if it is to break down it had best break down sooner rather than later.

Ted Kaczynski

The banality of Einstein’s remarks in matters outside his specialty is as astonishing as his genius within it. It seems as though the specialized application of all one’s faculties in a particular area inhibits the consideration of things in general.

Jacques Ellul

Despite being a mathematics prodigy with an IQ of 165, the Ted Kaczynski of Industrial Society and its Future is breathtakingly naïve. To take just one example before we grind our main axe, here is Kaczynski on how the anti-tech “revolutionaries” should approach political power: “The revolutionaries should not try to acquire political power until the system has gotten itself into such a mess that any hardships will be seen as resulting from the failures of the industrial system itself and not from the policies of the revolutionaries.” Otherwise, he tells us, they risk being voted out!

The Unabomber has tunnel vision. There is so much focus on the gruesomeness of the future of industrial society that Kaczynski never stops to wonder exactly how much future civilisation has left. There are two futures present in the Manifesto,This is how Kaczynski likes to refer to Industrial Society and its Future, e.g. ‘Letter to an Anonymous German’ on the Anarchist Library: “As the Manifesto argues . . .”; “I should add that the remarks about leftism, here and in the Manifesto . . .” one in which the system’s precipitous growth threatens a terrible collapse if it falls, and one in which the system is made stable through the success of cybernetics. Kaczynski’s fear concerns the latter “possibility”, though we must ask whether or not it ever occurred to him to consider external causes of civilisational collapse. There is a vulgar and uncanny Marxism present in the Manifesto, where non-human nature is completely ignored as an object of serious analysis. Instead, Kaczynski focuses on what anti-tech revolutionaries may need to do in order to bring the system down. His recommendations, all laughable, include:

  1. Promote social stress and instability in industrial society to make a revolution against technology possible. Sow division between the power-holding elite and everybody else. Revolutionaries ought not to condemn the public for their consumption habit, but rather explain to them that they are victims of the advertising industry. Avoid identity politics at all costs.
  2. Avoid assuming political power. Any green party would see itself quickly removed from office for crashing the economy. Political power can be seized only when the public understands that the industrial system’s continued existence is worse than the alternative.
  3. Revolt worldwide and simultaneously, defeating the entire industrial system in one stroke. Trying to cut back on a nation-by-nation basis can only lead to nationalist hysteria as the public loses its nerve: “Holy robots! The world will fly off its orbit if the Japanese ever sell more cars than we do!”
  4. Support measures which bind the world economy into a unified whole. Global economic integration makes the industrial system easier to destabilise—a breakdown in one major nation will cause all industrialised nations to break down.

To be clear, this program is so ill-conceived it doesn’t really need to be critiqued, and I reference it only to demonstrate the truth of Ellul’s assertion that a mathematical genius need not have any particular wisdom in politics. It is obvious that a vanishingly small band of social outcasts and cranks are not going to be able to topple even one nation before the industrial system drives the human race to extinction. Capital is more than capable of recuperating itself, such that even if a systemic collapse occurred, we can reasonably assert it wouldn’t be long before the machines were up and running again. And what is all this nonsense about simultaneous worldwide anti-tech revolution? The communists couldn’t pull it off despite having a world-historic superpower on their side and a utopian vision of the future. What are the anti-tech revolutionaries offering? ‘Well, you’ll die. But at least you won’t be on anti-depressants.’

What Kaczynski didn’t realise is that by the time the system is truly struggling to the extent that it is unable to defend itself, famines, droughts, extreme weather, sea level rise and ecological collapse will have already foreclosed any possibility of a liberated future for the small number of people who may be able to struggle on as runaway warming takes over from industrial activity and pushes the Earth system into an unliveable hothouse state. Kaczynskian eschatology, just like its socialist equivalent, is religious—it consists in crossing one’s fingers and hoping for the best, when anyone serious knows to only ever expect the worst.

The Leviathan and the Herd

‘Well, it’s no good screaming now. We’ve already sawn the cap off.’

The scalp dropped into the metal bin with a muted thud. The procedure lasted about five minutes. By the time the inside of the skull had been vacuumed and scrubbed clean, the rest of the cadaver had already been shipped to the putrefactorium for processing.

The workers used to tell morbid jokes as they watched the bodies liquefy in the putrechamber. That was before they were all subjected to genomic lobotomy. CRISPR tech. Delivered by injection one morning at clock-in. It was easy enough for the technicians to design the RNA sequences. In the old days, the managers would have at least needed a pretext to placate the public with, but the class struggle was permanently settled a while ago thanks to gene drives for docility and obedience. Consequently, there is no longer any need for PR.

A good thing too. It just held things up.

In some industries, workers are modified to remove their mortality salience. This is necessary for jobs like mining and construction, where resources have long since become too scarce to be wasted on luxuries like safety equipment and healthcare. You order a few hundred workers with the appropriate base specifications and make the necessary edits on-site. In other industries, mortality salience remains useful, either as a weapon of fear or simple amusement for the overseers. It sounds ridiculously, eye-rollingly sci-fi to imagine torture-as-entertainment, until you remember the lurid glee with which thousands watched ISIS militants torture and murder Jordanian pilot Muath Safi Yousef al-Kasasbeh by placing him inside a cage, dousing him with gasoline, and setting him on fire. There isn’t a whole lot to do during industrial society’s final act but produce the essentials and enjoy the torture. Hence the scalps in buckets, the putrefactorium, and the babbling, neutralised workers, who are good only for repetitive tasks and screaming as they die. Highest bidder gets to take the skull home.

Beats a walk in the desert.


Friedrich Nietzsche thought humankind could go down two routes: either it could become the bridge to the Übermensch, or succumb to its worst—its most human—impulses and drift through the end of history as the Last Man. At our current juncture, it’s pretty clear what path was taken. To say this path was chosen, however, is to make the bourgeois error, to assign agency where there is none, to invoke the obscene notion of the freedom of the will, first principle of the hangman’s metaphysics. Good Spinozists that we are, we understand that there is no room in this world for guilt, evil, wrongdoing, or error—only the chain of necessity of perfect nature.

Still, what a thing it is to be a herd animal. And there really is no question here that you and I both are herd animals. Even the toughest survivalist exists by tacit permission of the state, and would be quickly shot or jailed if they seriously tried to defend their “property” from the sovereign authority. If you think that anything can shield you from the universal becoming-bovine of the 21st century, you are coping. Petty politics is an open invitation to imagine yourself better than others because you happen to have nobler reasons than they do for supporting your ill-thought out policy prescriptions. Great politics is the future’s cynical antidote, a closed invitation for your owners to let you perish—and it is really no good bringing up your rights here, civilised one. As ecological collapse and political dementia bring the system as we know it to a screeching halt, despotic metastasis turns the lights back on, but not before jettisoning the decaying fragments of the liberal-democratic order once and for all—“The time for petty politics is over.”Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, tr. J. Norman (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2002), p. 102; §208.

With that, we enter the age of the Neoleviathans. While we cannot predict what these states will do, being, by their very nature, completely novel, we might be able to get an idea by looking at one of their predecessors, which I call Anteleviathans.

ISIS: A Case Study

Taking advantage of the weakness of Iraq and Syria’s governments, ISIS rapidly became a world-renowned and formidable force, at one point claiming 8 million subjects, with thousands of foreign fighters recruited from across the world with the help of slick propaganda videos—essentially snuff porn with high production values, which the Western media was more than happy to share as long as it brought in the ad revenue. ISIS unleashed genocide against Yazidis, Shia Muslims, and Christians; assassinated political enemies and executed POWs; took control of dams and displaced communities through deliberate flooding and drought;Tobias von Lossow, ‘Water as Weapon: IS on the Euphrates and Tigris’ (2016). “In April 2014, after IS had the Falluja Dam floodgates closed, the retained water flooded large areas upstream and submerged Iraqi government facilities on the banks . . . Between Falluja and Abu Ghraib over 10,000 houses and around 200 square kilometres of fertile farmland were destroyed; almost the entire harvest was wiped out; and livestock was killed. Up to 60,000 locals who had lost their livelihood in the flood were displaced.” inspired numerous terror attacks abroad; and established a widespread, violent fundamentalist state with captured military technology. For a group most people hadn’t heard of before the summer of 2014, and which had lost 98% of its territory by late 2017, this is an impressive and horrific record, one we can nonetheless expect to be outdone by the Neoleviathans of the future without even breaking a sweat.

See, a Neoleviathan has no qualms about making do with whatever falls into its lap. Its soldiers and commanders aren’t scared of international courts or a bad reputation—they know they’d sooner die than face what the enemy calls “justice”. They don’t hesitate or worry, and they know beggars can’t be choosers. Unimpeded by the institutional gangrene that plagues democratic states, that is, unimpeded by a lazy, entrenched, ill-incentivised political class and the capitalists who own them, Neoleviathans and their Anteleviathan counterparts are capable of the sort of vigour and creativity only a starving proto-state or a sovereign territory on the edge of survival can muster up.In truth, the distinction between a Neoleviathan and an Anteleviathan is really nothing more than context. Neoleviathans exist amongst Neoleviathans. When everyone treats each other as if they are Neoleviathans, the process is complete. Until then, for as long as the majority play pretend, there are only good, decent, legitimate states, and the Anteleviathan rogues. This will be elaborated on in a future instalment of my monograph on the subject. There was an unmistakable sense of bloat watching European government leaders wonder how to stop ISIS propaganda falling into the hands of their citizens while ISIS crowdsourced execution methods on Twitter. In the end, foreign powers were able to bomb ISIS back into oblivion, but one has to wonder, as the lights start to go out on globally-integrated, internationalist civilisation, what happens when the power vacuums open back up, and nobody from the outside gives a shit? What happens when all that are left are power vacuums—and the Neoleviathans that seek to fill them?

Irreligious Pessimism

Before they started doing it to everyone, they began by re-cognitising the undesirables, which is what they called the genomic lobotomy back then. The public loved the idea, which was sold to them by the obsequious pro-Neoleviathan cognoscenti. These people had gotten a hold of some book, called Neoleviathan: Political Blueprints for the Post Collapseand were utterly convinced its predictions, painted in broad enough strokes to be almost truisms, would come to pass. ‘We really ought to get ahead of the curve on this one!’ its convinced readers would say. ‘We don’t want the other side beating us to it!’ The Neoleviathan integrates the arms race of the Schmittian political and the cutting-edge of technology to ensure stability by any means necessary, and so the opposition was promptly re-cognitised and put to work on fracking sites, farms, oil rigs—just about anything the respectable majority had no interest in doing. Resources were less scarce back then, there was still enough water for everybody and the grasses hadn’t gone extinct yet. Really what the opportunists were pursuing was only the process of leviathanisation. The Neoleviathans hadn’t truly arrived until even its supporters were being sent down the mines or having their heads split open for the few moments of amusement it would bring to the ever-dwindling ruling class.

There used to be more Neoleviathans. In the beginning, that is, after the end of the old system, there was an incredible scramble for territory, setting innumerable wars and petty skirmishes in motion. This blood-soaked economy of conflict produced much political diversity, though the willingness to use all sorts of chemical and biological weapons, to target and exterminate entire civilian populations, poison water and food supplies, assassinate military and political leaders, and all sorts of previously-frowned upon behaviours quickly selected the weaker Neoleviathans out of existence, as well as the most reckless. Now, a select few exist in a tired stalemate as their outer limits shrink. Deserts claim much of the once fertile land, and nobody is all that bothered about fighting any longer. Most of the time everyone keeps to themselves, and even the fights which do occur are perfunctory, disinterested—nobody bats an eye at another ten thousand dead.

In the night, there’s this eerie silence. There are no vehicles out, of course. The roads have long since fallen into disrepair. But there are no birds, no bats, no animals of any kind—few living people even know there was once something other than cracked soil as far as the eye can see. Everything is grown in repurposed shipping containers with salvaged LEDs. The air is sterile. The sky is brown. “In this way the ramparts of the great world also will be breached and collapse in crumbling ruin about us. Already it is far past its prime. The earth, which generated every living species and once brought forth from its womb the bodies of huge beasts, has now scarcely strength to generate animalcules . . . Already the ploughman of ripe years shakes his head with many a sigh that his heavy labours have gone for nothing; and, when he compares the present with the past, he often cries up his father’s luck and grumbles that past generations, when men were old-fashioned and god-fearing, supported life easily enough on their small farms, though one man’s holding was then far less than now. In the same despondent vein, the cultivator of old and wilted vines decries the trend of the times and rails at heaven. He does not realize that everything is gradually decaying and nearing its end, worn out by old age.”Lucretius, On the Nature of the Universe (Harmondsworth, UK: Penguin Books Limited, 1951), pp. 94–95.


What comes after Lucretius? After one realises it really isn’t over until it’s over, and that, with humanity, nature has perfected its inner tendency towards self-destruction? It is, of course, ridiculous to imagine that anthropogenic climate change will be reversed—before the age of the Neoleviathans, there will not exist a state concerned enough for the future to try and do it, and after the age of the Neoleviathans has begun, any state which diverts resources to such an endeavour will quickly find itself smashed to pieces. Everybody knows there will not be a worldwide simultaneous revolution as Kaczynski correctly recognised would be necessary for the system (capital, industrial society, whatever you’d like to call it) to be toppled. If you are honest with yourself, you know that we won’t clean the oceans of plastic, suck all of the greenhouse gases back out of the atmosphere (and keep them out), decarbonise our economies or otherwise do anything other than business-as-usual. The future looks like a slow winding down, followed by a spectacular period characterised by strange combinations of atavism and modernity, followed by a gradual ebbing, then a rapid crumbling, away. And that’s if we’re lucky.

After Lucretius comes Darwin: the belief that things can always get worse in the absence of a hard limit. The question is not one of revolution, then, but of escape—whether spatially or mentally—of producing a world within the world, of becoming disillusioned but not despondent. Foucault: “Do not think that one has to be sad in order to be militant, even though the thing one is fighting is abominable.”Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari, Anti-Oedipus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia (Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press, 2000), p. xiii. And yet, is there really anything to look forward to? Has everything not been burned down to the substrate? No morality and no meaning, no exit and no hope, only the rushing wind of the outside as progress generates extinction? Why bother? What should we do? “The highest values devalue themselves . . .”Friedrich Nietzsche, The Will to Power: Selections from the Notebooks of the 1880s, tr. R. Kevin Hill and Michael A. Scarpitti (London: Penguin Classics, 2017), p. 15; §1. Was this really it? Did you really slog through all that Proudhon just to die for some rich man’s greed? Am I telling you that you shouldn’t have bothered handing out those papers at the student union? And what about the long history of the revolutionary movement? Was it all for nothing? Why are you even here? The crisis of meaning: the great zero, death itself.

Abandoning the Rubicon

Contact with the outside: I am standing amongst the beautiful graves of the Necropolis, taking advantage of the first dry spell we’ve had in days. Along the grassy bank of the exit path stand a queue of elm trees, their skeletal branches gnarled and twisted in petrified supplication, like leprotic beggars, hands around the alms bowl of the autumn sky.

I’m here to visit the departed in their great grand tombs, interned forever by the grace of God. William and his whole family buried together from the looks of it: Christina, Robert—two young kids—Connell, his wife, and Margaret, born 16 days before Connell’s death—dead less than a year later. Mary made it to 21 before she died. Certrude lasted 10 days. Must have remarried.

I can’t look anymore.

It’s hard not to be struck by the ostentatiousness of bourgeois death, the one-upmanship of the grave. Imagine them in their heaven, sucking pipes: ‘My family got me a lovely grave, you know. It’s a good 20 feet tall. Pierces the sky like a javelin. Of course, no expenses were too much. I noticed yours was a little petite—must have been a lean business year for your family, eh? Eh, old boy?’

‘My God,’ some must have said as they saw that light at the end of the tunnel. ‘I am coming home. So what of all this? I am free at last.’

The old cathedral bells chime as I go. A paper windmill spins in the wind. Crisp leaves, burnt brown, trip towards the bridge. Fresh weeds, green and vivacious, shoot up by the memorial benches. Saccade. “Lest we forget.” Saccade. Lest I do. The sunlight blooms diffuse, another beautiful domed church almost seems to swell in joy, like your sunlight-kissed skin on that beach that summer. We were at the edge of the world then, tumbling through space but calm, so calm, by those sweet and sparkling waves. And you, stranger whose name I barely had the chance to learn, on that bench with the world roaring by, how long did we kiss? Four seconds? I swear the world stopped tumbling for that, my body thrown and broken as the Earth hit the brakes. I should wonder if that’s how beautiful death can be—defenestrated out of this world.

So then! A lot of shit I give about your crisis of meaning! Ask the dead if meaning saved them! You think you love life because it has meaning? How dull, how sick, how sad. Tell me: did you ever have a moment where the world stopped tumbling? Did you dare ask at that moment what it meant?


We should never have set up some transcendent goal or all-consummating utopian ideal for ourselves. To do so is to become a slave to a fixed idea, to invite vitrifying passions into our wheelhouse, to lay the foundations for the nihilism of disillusionment. We have had enough of the cop, the moralist, and the dreamer in our heads. “Thou shalt not, thou shalt, thou art.” After all this time, why are you still seeking after commandments?

The only way out is out: strategically calculated withdrawal or running headlong, screaming, into the desert—it doesn’t matter. To stay is to die, for the state will not go quietly. Unbound from the injunction to build the new world, we can perhaps imagine a true existentialism, a true reckoning with what we are: temporary assemblages of organs, machines running strange software, backseat spirits tethered to base matter, undulating modes of God or Nature. To recognise what we are is to lose all fear. Socrates laughed at his penalty—as if death was a penalty, he said, something he could have avoided by playing nice. It comes to us all. What does it matter when? And why? If it matters at all it is because it matters to you, in all your anguish and all your joy, in your desire, for you love life, not meaning! You love the body and its sensations! Disillusionment need not lead to catatonic withdrawal and lifeless miserabilism. You still love, don’t you? Then love! But save yourself the pain of believing in fairy tales, and don’t bother us about the revolution either. We are packing our bags.

Defeatist? Perhaps. But all the time we are running, we’ll be searching for our guns!


Ulysse Malcoeur is a writer interested in philosophical pessimism, the ecological crisis, and the intersection of both. He runs a podcast and posts essays on his Substack, as well as a few other things, including editing this journal. You’ll find him on Twitter here.

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Nadrix, The Dealer

Rain falls heavily, noiselessly, onto the illuminated concrete below Nadrix’s window.

A splotch had begun developing, Nadrix had noted, in a convalescence of two flows: the flow from the northernmost corner of the eavestrough meets with another from the east; they find a new departure point, they pool, slightly, on this illuminated concrete, before dispersing again under the radiation of the sun, leaving its residues, bacteria, microscopic populations distributed along its shoreline.

Within a few days, the splotch would be noted by a State official, removed and aseptised. Nadrix was one who noted these passings, long forgotten by others, and who dealt in these disturbances. Long ago, before the technicalities of chemical stimulation jurisprudence or even digital property realism had come and gone, people were said to be more broadly aware of this para-reality outside of reality where life still persists. And in this world there were merchants. Dealers. People whose duty it was to inscribe reality into reality, though they certainly had not realized that was their Destiny at the time. Nadrix sometimes considered themself to be in that lineage—the merchant—but knew the metaphor was not sufficient; perhaps sufficient just enough to be desired.

Nadrix was relegated now to the log-sign, Dealer, whatever circumstances may come with that, until they were no longer able or willing to register another log. At which point, Nadrix was no longer officially a subject of the State. Of course, only Nadrix—as far as Nadrix knew—knew this, and it didn’t matter anyway, because Dealing suited Nadrix well, or so they had been told.

A 213 Hz hum breaks the silence of the rainfall. The cleaning crews were 21.5 seconds earlier than Nadrix’s approximated arrival time. They pull the mask over their face, and they become untraceable. Everyone could do this; most just preferred to be seen. This is what made Nadrix a Dealer, or so they had been told.

22 steps down the fire escape, one for each second the crew had been early, and then one more for the rounding error. This number is the initial condition for the Deal. Every subsequent step, for Nadrix, must carry with it the mark of these 21.5 seconds.

Curling around on the final landing of the fire escape, Nadrix pulls out of the downpour of rain and light into an alcove and observes as the Cleaners take up the battery of the State. Along the side of their long, sleek, dark green vehicle were inscribed the insignia of the State and the acronym SIS (Sanitation and Immigration Services). The standard Cleaner outfit. The Cleaners operated through a state encrypted communication network. Of course, why they kept anything encrypted was beyond Nadrix’s capacity to fathom; it was so obvious what they are here for. The splotch? Perhaps. But Nadrix calculated it would be another 16 or 18 hours at least before someone else noticed that, let alone was able to log a complaint. Nadrix knew that they were really here for the Deal. There was only the Deal.

The Cleaner turns towards the gate of Nadrix’s residence, and Nadrix slips from the dark alcove into the naked invisibility of the LED illuminated street. Who knew—in the rain, against the camouflage—what really moved in the blinding void of information. Their target is the social engagement perimeter, into the Publics. The zone of Dealing.

They pass through every security checkpoint without a single blip from any of the guards. Nothing registers, nothing is there, until at last the threshold stands between them and some other reality. There was no longer officially a “Public” zone, its space was carved mysteriously out of the concrete. Like sigils carved into ancient monoliths. One had to create the barrier as much as traverse it. Original sin.

22 steps, 21.5 seconds, approx. 3558 milliseconds between flow pulses out of the spout on this corner, indicating a rainfall volumetric flow of f(3558)””[l;… If the rate were increased by 15 ml/s, the period-doubling would increase, increasing the erosion on this point… This was the point. Nadrix stops, the State would not recognize this fault for another 6 months at least, or longer… often it was longer in these cases, because of the nature of Cleaning. Always stupefied to find that the world has become dirty again. Nadrix was the splotch, naked in the light, standing in laughing defiance against cleanliness, and still always invisible.

Now the disturbances begin, as the last green Cleaner unit’s electric hum fades into nothing. A window (re)opens; a child begins to cry. And a man comes around the corner. Huey: the Deal’s target.

Nadrix approaches Huey as he slinks up to the console of the structure. Huey is dressed in plainclothes, or as plainclothes as one could be in the rain. He had somehow obtained a pass encryption key, allowing him to forego the chafing of the polyskin camouflage against his genitals.

For a passionless microsecond, Huey’s line of sight diverges slightly from his direct path and his gaze passes into Nadrix’s eyes, whereupon he returns to face the console calmly. Huey now knew of Nadrix’s presence, though he could not betray it too obviously.

Huey coughs twice, another luxury afforded him by plainclothes, and punches in a code at the terminal, emitting a barely noticeable grumble over the raw muffle of air-conditioning units and rainfall. He steps back twice, and the console dissolves back into the wall, revealing an opaque black opening: the social engagement perimeter. Without hesitation, Nadrix glides in and Huey routinely follows.

Across the darkness threshold is a double door airlock. Once on the other side, it takes a moment to adjust to the light, a moment sitting in sensory deprivation, to fully acclimatize oneself. No one could speak in this private border space. There was no NETCOM service. Whatever this space was, it didn’t belong to you. No one knew who it belonged to, but there were consequences for breaching the silence.

After 10 or so minutes, though it was nearly impossible to tell how much time had actually elapsed without NETCOM, a faint light begins to fall upon the contours of the space. Versace, Gucci, Baskin-Robbins. These are the ruins of a lost empire. Huey glances at Nadrix, acclimatized, then towards the end of an aisle of cleared debris: tin cans, obsolete auto-parts, broken consoles and uplink sticks from ages long gone. The tools of primitive man. There was a glow, and even a murmur which issued from that corner and Nadrix and Huey silently approached it, swung the door open, and breathlessly shut it behind them.

“I guess they were 23 seconds early today.”

“21.5… 22 is generous. You have to get on the updated algorithm. These rounding errors could cause a colossal fuck up… wouldn’t be my fuckin’ problem though.”

“We both arrived at the same point at the same time; what difference does it make?”

“Aren’t we Dealers?”

Huey says nothing in response. There is no reply. They both know the grave consequences if Huey hadn’t been there. The question was rhetorical. One second was as valuable as all the seconds thereafter, forever.

“C’mon, I’ll show you where we’re headed,” mumbles Huey as he begins slowly and carefully down the dilapidated passage before them, slapping a mask over his nose and mouth. Nadrix follows, removing their mask, replacing it with another. One is the mark of the invisible Dealer in the Privates, but here in the Publics, one needs a different kind of mask.

The panelled ceiling above them hums with the glow of the outdated lighting system—hardly enough light to make it to the floor, insects gnawing at whatever scraps of death they can scrounge.

“I just lost my license,” Huey nervously chokes, “I shouldn’t even be here, it’s just because of my condi…”

“Your log-sign says Dealer,” Nadrix cuts in. they’re not interested in small talk. “I can’t help you.”

In the Privates, everything moved according to a rigorous system. One had to see the faults in it to locate oneself, while in the Publics it was reciprocal. Nadrix observes a lightbulb flashing 27 times in 3 minutes. With this rating of light, the electron flow would be f(27/180s…)… How can we get more accurate?… 14 times in 1 minute, 3 times in the next, 10 times in the third… An exceedingly low sample size, but judging by the light spectrum… against the distribution of flashes, the electron flow is… it seems this building was originally constructed in 2018? It’s hard to know how old buildings are when they’re not on the newest calendar… Nadrix knew it was from before the calendar change, so that was enough information for their purposes here. Even the most ancient structures in the City still feed off the grid. This one used to be a distribution centre, common places for populations to pool. In the Publics one had to see the perfection in the chaos that issues from the purity of non-being. Of not properly being a real place. That was the means of carving geographies and territories here.

After meandering through the maze-like structure for two painstaking hours, avoiding the micro and macroscopic dangers of the dark, Huey diverts his path towards a cavern breaking off tangentially from that before them.

“Over ‘ere,” Huey snorts as he kicks a moldy panel aside, beginning to gag.

The stench coming from the pit behind the panel was the smell of life, beautiful human life. A gag sometimes was a necessary reaction, but this was not that time. Huey was not attuned to the world of life. He was not for this world at all. He was the target and he was completely unaware. Blinded by his perfect vision, deafened by a reality of noise.

“After you,” Nadrix says harmlessly.

“Just gimme a minute,” Huey adjusts his mask, spits, and quickly replaces it. “Place fuckin reeks.”

Huey descends the first step, the staircase was short and was marked at its end by a sign reading CAR PARK in faded red lettering.

That’s when Huey notices her. From the corner, a small being unfurls from where she was previously scrounging and begins to dart towards the car park.

“SHIT,” Huey exclaims as he stumbles down a few stairs, catching himself on the rusted handrail.

He examines his hand. There’s a small scratch.

“Dammit.”

“That might be infectious, did you bring your aseptic?”

“No, did you?”

Nadrix had brought two, there was always a chance you would get paired with a first-timer on Deals like this. Huey wasn’t a first-timer, but Huey was stupid. Nadrix knew Huey wouldn’t last long. They thought briefly about withholding it—why should it be wasted on Huey? He was not for the world of 27 minutes from now, so why should he be spared in this second? This was the shaky logic of the Private world, the logic to which Nadrix could not allow themself to entirely succumb. This is what made them human, why they were a Dealer, or so they had been told.

“Take mine. if you don’t aseptize that now, I’d say you stand a sixty-seven percent chance, minimum, of contracting tetanus 3. Its mutation rate has taken off in the last fourteen months.”

Panic-stricken, Huey swipes the applicator from Nadrix.

“You terrified that girl. You have to pay attention.”

“I didn’t even see her! She should have been paying attention to me!”

Nadrix didn’t need to dignify such stupidity with a response. Instead, they gesture impatiently down the remaining stairs.

At the bottom, sure enough, there was a sea of whispering flesh. People come here because they have nowhere else to go, and in 6 to 8 months they will have to move again, or be aseptized… or apply for immigration. Though that was probably pointless, some would never stop trying. That’s why there were still the Dealers. Others learned to love their life here, in the places that don’t exist. And those folk knew the Dealers well.

“Well, I don’t know where to find ‘em from ‘ere,” Huey blurts, his voice thundering brazenly through the chamber, over every other (non)sound. Several bodies nearby jolt meekly in apparent surprise at the outburst.

“Speaking like that, it won’t take very long for…”

Disembodied voices become intelligible above the din, interrupting Nadrix’s low whisper. “Deelahs! Deelahs!”

“Shut the fuck up, pig!”

“Shh! Are you trying to bring the Cleaners here?!”

Of course, this wasn’t possible. There was no way any sound from this room could possibly register a complaint – that was a negligible factor in this environment. It would have to be well above 150 dB and persist for at least 4 minutes… Or at least, that was the average threshold for breaching the silence of the perimeter zone, let alone registering a street-level complaint. But no one knew that… except Nadrix… and maybe Huey? Huey’s log-sign says Dealer, but then again, Huey hadn’t seen the girl. He had gagged at the signs of life. Huey was right, he wasn’t a Dealer. One had to be human to be a Dealer. Huey is a target.

A shadow vaporizes up from the flesh onto Huey’s arm and Huey leaps back, aghast. He’s tense. He’s scared and his heart rate has quickened. Sweat is pooling on his forehead. He’s going septic. He should have worn his polyskin. Nadrix had tried to help Huey, but it seems that Huey might not even make it to the delivery. 23 minutes was the delivery time, and Huey likely had only 18 before convulsions and heart arrhythmia would begin. Good thing it was the body they wanted. Not the life. The bacteria can be aseptized. Huey was… what… 60 kilos? Goddammit.

“Here are my Dealers,” the shadow hoarsely whispers, “and… here’s my trinket.”

A frail pair of hands with “live free” tattooed across the knuckles stretch out towards Nadrix and uncoil to reveal a faintly glimmering token.

“This is unexpected, the delivery time is not for another 22 minutes… I’ll…”

“Sometimes the chaos, too, issues decrees unto the Law.”

Huey begins to look down at the token, as his eyes fall in and out of focus. He’s seconds from entering convulsions.

“I can’t complain. Our friend managed to get himself septic and I wasn’t looking forward to dragging him through here.”

Spittle begins to form on Huey’s chin as he begins silently shaking… Nadrix didn’t hate Huey, but many others died who Nadrix also didn’t hate. Huey was no different.

A low, pathetic moan rattles from his lungs, as his body slumps forward. Nadrix reaches out their arm to touch Huey’s body just below the mask.

1… 2… 3… As suspected, no pulse.

“He’s all yours… such as he is.”

“Thank you,” the shadow replies as it wraps Huey in a shroud of dark.

Nadrix gently takes the token from the hands as the shadow sublimates back into the tide of bodies beyond. Offering a small tear for their sacrifice, Nadrix traces Huey’s vector back through the labyrinthine crypts of the ruined distribution centre until they find themselves again at the console, standing in the rain, remasked for invisibility in the light.

The hum emerges from the east. Early again! Nadrix must have spent a few more minutes acclimatizing with Huey than they’d originally predicted. This would all have to be logged, with the token sacrificed to processing. Who knew what it meant. That wasn’t part of the Deal. And Nadrix was a Dealer, or so they had been told.


Robert Grieve is a Toronto based artist. Their work encompasses a passion for mathematics, philosophy, and improvisation. 

In their musical career, they primarily work as a session guitarist, having performed, recorded, and toured with a number of popular music artists.
In addition to this work, Robert has a separate creative practice which involves procedurally tracing fractal patterns at odd angles into vibratory membranes, setting undulatory forces into flux against themselves. This practice has produced several recordings and numerous performances with artists such as Karen Ng, Nick Fraser, Tatsuya Nakatani, Jess Ackerley, Matthew Fong, Colin Marston, Chris Pruden, and many others. 

Robert’s current theoretical work sits between speculative realism and pure fantasy, meeting realist skepticism with the only assurance of its truth: that it is radically unknown. Robert holds a Dip. Contemporary Music Performance from MacEwan University, a BMus in Jazz Performance from the University of Toronto, and a MFA in Music Composition from the Vermont College of Fine Arts.

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The monster that couldn’t rejoice in acid techno parties

Gassy -ships

Whenever I share the bed with a human, I hear a gurgling sound coming from my guts. I remember this happening since I moved to Athens for studies eight years ago. It occurs only with humans, no matter if we’re friends or sexual partners. This airy—more likely eerie—sound of fluids circulating inside my empty bowels keeps me from falling asleep for an hour or so. A feather of trust giggles my intestines and, sometimes, my sleepmate’s too. It feels uncomfortable at first, but it gets us out of the observer’s quasi-individual, quasi-whole being and into perceptions of intimate livings. The producers of the monotonous sound coming from my woofer meet another set of multiplayers and form a symphony of experimental noise music. It’s an egalitarian sign—and we laugh hearing it. The gut microbiota within us activate their dynamic functions as they try to push the boundaries. We don’t become One, we don’t wish to anyway. It’s the binding of our in-between openness that becomes sound before we fall asleep.

Maybe the gut microbiota are in slow pace when I share the bed with animals because my observer’s protective shield is already off. I’m not afraid to be silly and play in a childish, non-adult manner. The need for this dimension of games feels unsurpassable for reaffirming trust and intimacy. It’s just that with humans it feels like being among strangers, in the adult manner we’re playing—with words—whereas with animals play is among companions. Trusting takes the image of a continuous, fluid-like, unstable, quasi-floating circuit. Except for recharging it with energy that keeps all the mates within the tracks, there is no other end-point than dying together with intimate companions and strangers.

This is a story about embodied knowledges, entanglements, guts and the microbiota who live there. “Live there” might stick a bit anthropomorphised as an expression. A better term to describe it is in use in evolutionary biology. Symbiosis, coming from the greek verb συμβιώνω [symbiόno], means ‘living together’. Symbionts are those who live together: lichens and trees, insects, animals—including humans—and bacteria, friends and strangers. Same and different species that have physical interaction, even for a limited time of their life, are symbionts.

A debate between auto- and sym-

Bacteria, found in guts—and in most unimaginable places and times—are the motors of life on earth. Symbionts themselves in dynamic relatings of intra-actions, they expanded their boundaries by partially assimilating, partially digesting each other and by this process they invented the nucleated cell—otherwise known as eukaryotic cell. The bedrock of evolution for all animals, plants, fungi and protoctists.Along with bacteria (prokaryotes), these are the five kingdoms. Protoctists are “A kingdom of eukaryotes incorporating the algae and the protozoans that comprise the presumed ancestral stocks of the fungi, plant, and animal kingdoms; they lack the developmental pattern stemming from a blastula, typical of animals, the pattern of embryo development typical of plants, and development from spores as in the fungi. Included in Protoctista are the nucleated algae and seaweeds, the flagellated water molds, slime molds, and slime nets, and the protozoa; unicellular, colonial, and multicellular organisms are included, but the complex development of tissues and organs of plants and animals is absent. The term Protoctista replaces the term Protista, which connotes single-celled or acellular organisms, whereas the basal preplant (Protophyta) and preanimal (Protozoa) assemblages incorporated in Protoctista include many multicellular forms, because multicellularity appears to have evolved independently a number of times within these primitive groups.” Farlex Partner Medical Dictionary. S.v. “protoctists.” Retrieved October 10 2020 from https://medical-dictionary.thefreedictionary.com/protoctists. See Margulis and Schwartz, Five Kingdoms: An Illustrated Guide to the Phyla of Life on Earth (San Francisco: W. H. Freeman and Company, 1982). Bacteria were the loves of life of Lynn Margulis who disclosed that long-lasting physical association between strangers and the fusion of genomes are, primarily, the originating processes of viable, stable, complex systems of organisms. She gave microbiological evidence and substantiated this bacterial process that invented the nucleus cell, which she named symbiogenesis, or else known as endosymbiosis, in her paper On the Origin of Mitosing Cells.Lynn Sagan, “On the Origin of Mitosing Cells,” in Journal of Theoretical Biology 14, no. 3 (March 1967), pp. 225-274 (Sagan was the former last name of Margulis, from her ex-husband Carl Sagan) The paper was rejected by fifteen journals before being accepted and published in 1967.Lynn Margulis “Gaia Is a Tough Bitch,” Chapter 7 in John Brockman, The Third Culture: Beyond the Scientific Revolution (New York: Simon & Schuster, 1995), pp. 129-151. Her concept was mostly considered far-fetched and it was faced with hostility by the majority of biologists at that time. Themselves neo-Darwinists, they had a “survival of the fittest” approach to evolutionary biology, that favours some species over others by natural selection and claims genetic mutation, therefore inheritance denial, of the favourable species. These approaches make the image of a higher-order-evolution species that are always accelerating at the expense of lower-order species. Lynn Margulis, having her eyes fixed on the inside of things, and not on the heavens, was an ardent critic of neo-Darwinism: “the view of evolution as chronic bloody competition… dissolves before a new view of continual cooperation, strong interaction, and mutual dependence among life forms. Life did not take over the globe by combat, but by networking.”Lynn Margulis and Dorion Sagan, Microcosmos: Four Billion Years of Evolution from Our Microbial Ancestors (New York: Summit Books, 1986), pp.14-15.

She was the first to define the concept of holobionts. Holobionts are symbiotic assemblages that form ecological units and are composed of different species inside them, on them and around them. All of the members contribute in some way to the function of the ecological unit. Animals, their tissues, organs, cells and microbial symbionts are holobionts. So are bees, wasps and flowers. Coral reefs are of the most enigmatic holobionts and major literary work has been, and continues to be, conducted on their symbiotic relatings and the contributions of each symbiont. Holobionts are dynamic, complex, contingent assemblages that insist on staying open to involution with other species and other—already complex enough—holobionts. “They make each other through semiotic-material involution, out of the beings of previous such entanglements.”Donna Haraway, Staying with the Trouble: Making Kin in the Chthulucene (Durham and London: Duke University Press, 2016), p. 60.

There persists, however, a lot of controversy around perceptions of the holobiont. Contrary to its involutionary inception, it is also theorised as a single, well-defined, bounded unit whose maintenance is arranged by the autopoietic and self-regulatory principles of its entity as a whole. The debate derives, among other maladaptations, from a misconstruction of the autopoietic concept employed by Margulis. She incorporated the concept when she was collaborating with James Lovelock on the Gaia theory. Even though she writes that Gaia “is an emergent property of interaction among organisms, the spherical planet on which they reside, and an energy source, the sun,”Lynn Margulis, Symbiotic Planet: A New Look at Evolution (New York: Basic Books, 1998), p. 119. she defines Gaia as autopoietic and self-regulatory. Here, the symbiogenetic inventions of bacteria make a concrete analogy for the origin of Gaia. This could show that autopoiesis merely supplied the universalising conceptual glue in the construction of a theory about global systems. An extra mechanism that simplified a synecdoche of her work with the complex doings of bacteria. I find this sudden jump she attempted the reason why she had so much pain shaping a Gaia theory. During her lifework she gave substantial energy to scrutinizing the veracity of autopoiesis. Knowing where she would get real responses, she gradually drew her appraisal from bacteria.

It is relevant that, like everyone else in the scientific community, she was introduced to autopoiesis by the biological research of Varela, Maturana and Uribe. In 1974 they published Autopoiesis: the organization of living systems, its characterization and a model,F.G.Varela,H.R.Maturana, R. Uribe, “Autopoiesis: the organization of living systems, its characterization and a model,” in Biosystems 5, no. 4 (May 1974), pp. 187-196. in which they investigated the model of the nucleus cell. Biology works with and is worked by model systems, whatever responses we extract from them “become the centre for both scientific and political discussions in contemporary developmental biology.”Scott F. Gilbert, “The Adequacy of Model Systems for Evo-Devo: Modeling the Formation of Organisms/ Modeling the Formation of Society,” in Barberousse A., Morange M., Pradeu T. (eds) Mapping the Future of Biology: Evolving Concepts and Theories, vol 266 (Dordrecht: Springer, 2009), p. 57. Their article defined the nucleus cell as self-productive and able to proliferate all alone; subsequently, this property was implied for all living organisms. Margulis, on the other hand, developed the concept further and made it clear that every entity, in order to stay alive, is primarily autopoietic: “An organism constantly exchanges its parts, replacing its component chemicals without ever losing its identity… All cells react to external perturbations in order to preserve key aspects of their identity within their boundaries.”Lynn Margulis and Dorion Sagan, Microcosmos, p. 56. Without this primary regulating process they would not survive to perform reproduction. Therefore, autopoiesis could be replaced by homeostasis and metabolism without any consequences for the continuation of life.

But the term and framework keeps recurring, this time with an approach of community ecology. Continuing to work with the eukaryotic cells she gave a view of intertwined symbionts whose relatings involve regulation, maintenance and reproduction. In Origin of Sex, co-authored with her son Dorian Sagan, they proposed to dismiss the concept of the “eukaryotic individual” in favour of the “component-autopoietic” intra-actions of the ancestral bacteria contained within the plasma membrane of the cell: “All eukaryotic individuals must reserve, in a form capable of continued reproduction, their genetic components, the remnant bacteria in the combined form of the nucleocytoplasmic, mitochondrial, plastid, and undulipodial genomes. If we accept the cell as a microbial community, the germ plasm is equivalent to component autopoiesis: a complete set of heterologous genomes and their protein synthetic systems contained within a membranous package—not the nuclear membrane but the plasma membrane.”Lynn Margulis and Dorion Sagan, Origins of Sex: Three Billion Years of Genetic Recombination (New Haven: Yale University Press, 1986), pp. 175-6. They continue that, “We can apply the principles of community ecology directly to the development of the individual.”Ibid, p. 176. The two sides, bacteria and holobionts—or even maybe Gaia theory—meet right here in the reaffirmation of the crucial role that inter- and intra-actions among components have. Both for homeostasis and metabolism, and for the “drive of necessarily higher-order forms of community self-production and self-maintenance.”Bruce Clarke, “Margulis, Autopoiesis, Gaia,” electronic book review, last modified July 7, 2019,https://electronicbookreview.com/essay/margulis-autopoiesis-gaia/. This essay is drawn from a preliminary version of several sections from Clarke’s book entitled Gaian Systems: Lynn Margulis, Neocybernetics, and the End of the Anthropocene (Minnesota: Minnesota University Press, September 2020). This outcome justifies Haraway in her not-so-elaborative replacement of autopoiesis by sympoiesis. It matters what concepts think of concepts. And even though Margulis was sure to include every part and insist on their non-expandable performances, the concept of autopoiesis and its misinterpretations could not but fall into the individualistic pattern that gives more chances for survival and evolution to higher-order forms, claiming them to be biologically autonomous. The controversy and the debates are still around the topic thirty-four years after the substantialization of the sympoietic properties life’s bedrock has.

A mundane act for the un-rest of holobionts

The problem with autopoiesis, concretely, emerges when the entity it characterises is perceived as a host and all the involved participants are reduced to being dependent on it. No matter how contingently organised, beings do not precede their relatings. Nothing that has come to exist as a unit can seal off its arrangements and proceed happily to eternal, unmodified, proliferation. That’s a lesson bacteria have taught us. When your existence is at stake, play brings new parties to the meetings. “Auto” combined with “poietic”, when it’s attributed to higher-order forms of organisation, is a pure indication of reduction of all the involutions; it presumes immense power for stabilization that, conversely and consequentially, leaves all the participants innocent and without responsibility for any damaging action they might commit.

The feminist point of view and framework in technoscientific knowledge-production is generally, even today, characterised as ideological and biased. It’s really funny, and ironic, to receive a rejection like this from a science worlding that is almost religious regarding individuality, hierarchy of species, and anthropogenic mutilation. Besides being passive aggressive, a counter-position stating that all science and technology is ideologised and biased is the absolutist version of relativism. A zero-sum game in both cases.

A model is a work object—either sex, fungi, or poetry—it requires response-ability. One has to be faithfully intimate with this stranger and be able to embody its view with loving care in order to be response-able. I cannot recite its doings and use it for my purposes without being curious and open-hearted towards its reality. Objective knowledge is situated knowledge according to Donna Haraway. The closest we can get to real knowledge is by getting entangled with. One cannot claim to be something other than her boundaries allow, but boundaries get pushed outwards with inter- and intra-actions. String figures engage us in becomings-with others. Moreover, one should take care of the alterations of the prosthetic embodiments of vision he or she renders in his or her work. “One cannot be either a cell or molecule—or a woman, colonised person, labourer, and so on—if one intends to see and see from these positions critically… Also one cannot relocate in any possible vantage point without being accountable for that movement.”Donna Haraway, “Situated Knowledges: The Science Question in Feminism and the Privilege of Partial Prespective” in Feminist Studies 14, no. 3 (Fall 1988), p. 585.

After dismissing the idea of single, bounded units, holobionts will maybe get a postmodern look—ready to adhere to other holobionts of their choice and transform altogether. This is more appropriation, than it is ‘natural selection’. The work of the god-eye, the supremacist observer that exercises authority over others by assuming a higher positioning. Watching everything from above, the self-divinated observer claims authorship over the beautiful and useful ones. It takes credit for inventing their charismatic capabilities and potentialities. It ditches the ugly and useless ones in the lost and found section and it incubates the rest that it now possesses. The god-eye, says Haraway, seems “to have put the myth into ordinary practice. And like the god trick, this eye fucks the world to make techno-monsters.”Ibid, p. 581. Right away, she cites Zoe Sofoulis who calls this “the cannibaleye of masculinist extra-terrestrial projects for excremental second birthing.”Zoe Sofoulis, Through the Lumen: Frankenstein and the Optics of Re-origination (Ph.D. diss. University of California at Santa Cruz, 1988).

This is hardly the case in the end, simply because holobionts rarely have the option of selection. Like bacteria shows us, the fusion of genomes in symbioses is the primary evolutionary motor, followed then by natural selection—with a very modest role kept for mutation which denies genetic inheritance. Holobionts interpenetrate, split, reform and rejoin through partially assimilating, partially indigesting and digesting. They build a diverse monstrous model of viewpoint and practice in place of the individual, masculinist, white, whole, human theories.

Unlike the techno-monsters that assimilate only after a selection of the hypnotising, addictive, power-inflicting, remorse-inducing properties, the female monstrous gaze and living produced by feminist knowledge is a trope for appearances. Multiple partial embodiments, intersections and entanglements make one appear as a monster when she or he renders them tactile. It’s the space of a body, of a writing piece, of an engaged community that embodies diverse prosthetic vision mechanisms. Many different parts comprise these bodies. They invent new kinds of entities in synergy. Monstrous under the male gaze. A mundane act for the un-rest of holobionts.

Showcase of monsters

The monstrous inception and feminist knowledge-production of intertwined relatings that affect the livings and dyings of multi-species are a core entity in the work of Daniela and Linda Dostálková. Linda is a graphic designer and Daniela is a professional photographer specialising in photo-documentation. Together they form a duo of artists, curators, co-authors and commissioners. Since 2016 they are providing services to cultural institutions, and individuals, through Institutional Homeopathy©, an international hybrid social art agency. Their aesthetics and representational strategies slide a gloss of consumerist pleasure on the surface of their work. But from the point of an immersed gaze, this seeming reconciliation with commercial mechanisms is being reversed. The represented agents reveal threatening implications and threatened entanglements that lure one into a critique of the commercial techniques, which build long-lasting structures of gender identity, fetishisation of some species and utilisation of others. The concept turns into a submerged, but forward, attack against the consumerist capitalist mechanisms that construct some “charismatic” behaviours and “cute” appearances over the suppression of everything else that they, perpetually, exclude.

The Order of Monsters, 2019, video installation, 4K video, sound, 8’15’’, dimensions variable © Daniela and Linda Dostálková

Women and animals are the two core agents of the sisters’ work. They exaggeratedly play the roles that appropriation imposes on both of them while, in an upside-down dimension, they reinforce and demonstrate their in-between solidarity. They are moved by the same mundane feelings and desires for coexistence. Prosthetic embodiments are, primarily, prostheses of corporeal sensoriums that get conceptualised through the desire to transmit reasons. Reasons that move response-able actions between intimate companions and strangers, a horizontal affectioning. Gazing from below, while understanding that you are being watched from above, has this very specific string sensation. This ‘above’ is positioned far off from Christianity, as the ‘below’ has nothing to do with ethics of contractual reciprocity.

shuld haue be buryed, aftir my lyf naturel expired, 2019, inkjet-print on glossy photo paper, 100 x 150 cm © Daniela and Linda Dostálková

The Dostálková sisters work with figures that aren’t shy, they don’t hide in their vulnerability. They expose both a cold, distant immiseration—showcased as a trophy of the subjugating rhetoric—and the monstrous figure of feminist rhetoric along with all its nodes of partial embodiments. In their project Campaigne—exhibited at the Cursor Gallery in Prague, and curated by Edith Jeřábková—the artists, with the help of the third-party monster, reaffirm the interconnections among women and “uncharismatic” species and show the consequences that humane hierarchisation entails. One consequence is that the monstrous woman trope emerged even before the inception of feminism, as their interview with Jeřábková reads:

The close associations between women, animals and monstrosity are often linked to romantic ideas and provide a very vital investigative resource of our communication. The stories recounted in novels contribute to the creation of a gender ideology that in our opinion is justified in the case of the protection of animal rights. Generally speaking, women are either marginalised or placed in a subsidiary role, whereas monstrous women in reality occupy the central position in their own stories. We avail ourselves of these positions even though the novel qua genre came into being primarily in order to promote the knightly virtues.

Daniela and Linda Dostálková, “An Interview with Daniela and Linda Dostálková,” interview by Edith Jeřábková, Center for Contemporary Arts Prague, May 2019, https://cca.fcca.cz/en/galleries/cursor-gallery/2/linda-daniela-dostalkova-campaign/.

Daniela and Linda Dostálková spent many years exploring the strategies pursued by animal rights groups in their attempt to inform the general public about the practices of factory farming. “These strategies, however well intended, themselves create monsters because we remain unwilling to face up to reality as such.”Ibid. The livings and dyings of animals in factory farmings are some of the techno-monsters of the cannibaleye. The sight of this extreme utilisation is so repellant that a heavy emotional burden is, instantaneously, charged. We grasp feelings of compassion, commiseration and we may engage with substantially critical thoughts. But for how long? As long as it takes to cease definitely the factory farming of mass production? “One of the key characteristics of a monster is its ability to attract and repel.”Ibid. An activist campaign’s sharp-content image that shows the shame, the perpetual mutilation, the long-lasting deanimalisation of farmed animals’ reality, has the same effect. Like being, for a while, in the naked reality of The Matrix, the shock of mechanisation and ultimate immiseration will likely facilitate the retraction to ourselves, urge us to close our vision so as not to feel pain anymore, nor concern ourselves with response-able thoughts. Safety has been, doomingly, related with individuality and independence. Close within a bounded flatness. Keep mute all the hurting ideas. Another one of the cannibaleye’s techno-monsters emerges right there. We need to un-educate and re-educate ourselves, for we cannot afford any more excremental techno-monster parties.

The Order of Monsters, 2019, video installation, 4K video, sound, 8’15’’, dimensions variable © Daniela and Linda Dostálková
sche were oute of hir mynd and torned in another kynde, 2019, inkjet-print on glossy photo paper, framed, 100 x 150 cm © Daniela and Linda Dostálková

In their search for alternative, more effervescent, gassy campaigne strategies, Daniela and Linda Dostálková superimpose the monster of feminist rhetoric upon the techno-monsters of mechanisation and fearful individualisation. Two photographs of monster women embody prosthetic parts and visions—creating, thus, a holobionts gaze. These figures demand the space that has been refused to them, along with the acknowledgment of their intrarelatings. But then again, they display an acceptance of their given roles: care and concern. Immersed, as they are, in plant lives of absorption from anywhere; soil, sun, water, even pesticides and hormones, they meddle with whatever the “uncharismatic” species are also meddling with.

The female monster could be thought of as too friendly. That’s not undermining. It was friendly already from its inception. What matters is friends with whom? Trusting, long-lasting friendships are complex bonds of a rare kin that work their becomings through semiotic material involution. Things don’t appear as sterile and innocent anymore. As the sisters say: “During a crisis, many species that are customarily portrayed as monsters appear in a new light, one that lies outside the notional hermeneutic circle.”Ibid.

That’s how getting in the muddle looks and what it feels like. Who could manage to keep clear from the muddle when it’s found to be bigger and more mortal than we thought? Filled with polystyrene, polyvinyl chloride, bisphenol A, uranium, premarin, pesticides and a load of toxic multi-species exchanges?

Even the loves of Lynn Margulis cannot deal with these syntheses. The bacteria in the guts of mealworms and superworms are shown to biodegrade polystyrene, but it’s more likely a failure than a success. Some of the polystyrene gets out of their system as carbon dioxide, while more than half breaks into nano- and micro-plasticsYu Yang, Jun Yang, Wei-Min Wu, Jiao Zhao, Yiling Song, Longcheng Gao, Ruifu Yang, and Lei Jiang, “Biodegradation and Mineralization of Polystyrene by Plastic-Eating Mealworms: Part 2. Role of Gut Microorganisms,” in Environmental Science & Technology 49 (20), 2015, pp. 12087-12093. which are even more precarious for aquatic and marine environments. Moreover, in this process polystyrene goes under depolymerisation which leaves its monomer, styrene, destabilised. Not able to hold on to the micro- and nano-particles, it sticks to living organisms.Albert A. Koelmans, “Modeling the Role of Microplastics in Bioaccumulation of Organic Chemicals to Marine Aquatic Organisms. A Critical Review,” in Melanie Bergmann et al. (eds.), Marine Anthropogenic Litter (Switzerland: Springer International Publishing, 2015), pp. 309-324. Styrene and the rest of toxics cannot integrate in living systems. Teratogeneses, endocrine disruptions, and reproductive disabilities, among others, are ahead of us.Tamara S. Galloway, “Micro- and nano- plastic in Human Health,” in ibid, pp. 343-366.

Toxicological managements should try and do more than feed superworms and mealworms, fed with plastic, to factory farming animals and call it zero waste. The coda is that, as the ones immersed in monstrous appearances, we’ll be there when the future parties arrive—to welcome them and become intimate with them.


Elena Stavraki lives and works in North Greece (Alexandroupolis) during summer and central Greece (Athens) during winter. She studied Theory and History of Art and is currently doing her masters on Culture and Documentary Film Production. Recurring themes of her writing are animal studies, interdependence among friends, the environment and synergy. She has published writings in Paragka zine, the MASS, and NAHR.it. Periodically she curates exhibitions: Crystals in Soil, Athens 2019; 16 mins of love [A New Sentimentalism], Swindon 2019.

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Outfoxing the Dialectic: A Future of the Same and Ecological Limitation

Temporal forms and the labour of the negative

Historical consciousness within any given epoch is determined by its conception of temporality—the relationship between the past, present, and future. The dialectical development of this consciousness as “geist” occurs within linear time and serves the further elucidation of itself as such. The movement of linear time is the force of annihilation, as the labour of the negative, which is constantly overtaking itself. The “present moment” itself becomes an ungraspable infinite regression, which self-annihilates the moment it is symbolised or, even more fundamentally, experienced at all.

In his book Intelligence and Spirit, Reza Negarestani conceives this development as a component of the development of the general intelligence of mankind as a whole:

“Mind’s consciousness of its history is ultimately the exploration of history as the interface between subjective time and objective time, temporal forms and time’s formlessness. The history of geist, properly understood, is a recognitive-cognitive technology. It is not only a semantic web through which geist’s manifest realizations (self-conceptions and self-transformations) can become transparent and open to analysis, but also a scientific milieu for the development of cognitive means and practical technologies for subjecting what is a manifest realization—the appearance of a totalized history—to a concrete transformation, scientifically suspending what was previously deemed a completed historical totality in an ongoing process of totalization, namely, history.”

Reza Negarestani, Intelligence And Spirit (Falmouth: Urbanomic, 2018), p. 66.

“Temporal form” contains the double meaning of being both temporary and a form of conceiving temporality. The temporal form of antiquity can be summed up as “immediacy”: the world in totality is what exists in the present to be experienced. On the topic of the ancient Greeks, Hegel understands this “immediacy” to be their “being-at-home-with-themselves”. For the Greeks, the analysis of “history” in the modern understanding was not even conceivable. The mistranslation of Herodotus’ magnum opus as “The Histories” as opposed to the more accurate “The Inquiries” is testament to this fact.“Here are presented the results of the enquiry carried out by Herodotus of Halicarnassus. The purpose is to prevent the traces of human events from being erased by time . . .” Herodotus, The Histories, trans. by Robin Waterfield (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1998), p. 3. The passing from this lack of historical consciousness—in which time is understood as pure presentism—to a higher form occurs through dialectical development, in which any particular “temporal form” is sublated through the very recognition of its particularity, which opens up the past to “scientific” analysis. The word “scientific” is not to be understood in the sense of “an experiment following a rigorous criteria”, but from the Heideggerian standpoint of bringing “present-to-hand”. Any given temporal form necessarily perceives itself as “totalised history”, not in the sense of rejecting the possibility of different societal configurations whether political, institutional, or economic, but by considering its unsymbolisable temporal awareness itself as being “total”. It escapes self-reflection from within its domain, as it is the very foundation from which self-reflection can occur. To bring this temporal form “present-at-hand” is to dialectically negate its “ready-at-handedness” (totalisation) by revealing its particularity, as a mere form (particular) within a greater totality (history). This is what Negarestani understands as the “scientific milieu” created through this moment of negation, as a new possibility of self-consciousness is opened through revealing the totalised history of the temporal form as a mere appearance. From this standpoint one may subject the past to analysis, and the future may be constructed with the past as a reference point. This scientific milieu is to be welcomed as it brings about the possibility of a concrete transformation, but it is not to be dogmatically clung to (which is a common error of modern science). The dialectical movement continues on, and the scientific milieu makes the fatal mistake of considering itself the new “totalised history”. From here there occurs the negation of the negation in which this scientific milieu is found to be merely another temporal form which will itself be subjected to a larger process of “totalisation”. This process is history itself.

Modernity is instability, but it is not unstable!

If dialectical development occurs within linear time—and the evolution of “geist” is a process of understanding time in its objectivity (formlessness, linearity) through the failure of its particular forms—there is no occluding or escaping this process as this would require the very suspension of linear time (or the annihilation of civilisation). However, perhaps something of this nature is possible if we think past the juxtaposition of “bound” and “free”, in which we are either bound to historical development or freed from it. Perhaps there is a way to outfox the dialectic—to beat it at its own game. This has been achieved by modernity: modernity hacks linear time. Modernity is functionally atemporal, it escapes dialectical development through the expropriation of dialectic itself. Through the creation of a complex system of positive feedback loops, the overarching structure of “modernity”—as the democratic political system, the capitalist economic structure, and the individualist Liberal philosophy—propels itself forward through the very failures of its particulars. This logic extends to all of its manifestations, whether they be political, economic, or ideological. Throughout modern history, every temporal form which rears its head pronouncing the end of modernity as we know it (the Communist Revolution and the Fascist takeover being the two primary examples) retroactively becomes components of modernity’s large-scale movement. It is for this reason that modernity is functionally atemporal. The “functionally” aspect must be emphasised, as modernity is not some ontologically unique event which transcends the confines of linear time, but a unique temporal form which has managed to self-propagate through “hacking” the dialectical process itself. Linear time occurs within the “atemporal temporal form” of modernity, meaning the failures of its particular manifestations only strengthen the overarching structure. It is for this reason that every “failure” of one particular temporal form brings about a larger “universalisation” of modernity as a whole. Take the example of “universal suffrage”. In its beginning it is only for men, most likely of a specific class and race. When this “universal suffrage” becomes revealed in its particularity it is negated and sublated by one which includes what was previously left out. In the present day there are even calls for universalising suffrage to allow for convicted felons to vote. It is this constant “universalisation” of its values which characterises modernity: it is a logical development, a process of growth. Modernity as a whole is strengthened through this process, the failures of its particulars act as forms of hygiene. Is this not the very definition of “progress”? In this sense, progress is failure, continual instability and self-overcoming. This logic reveals itself in the political structure with democratic elections, in which every four or so years political leaders become replaced. This is opposed to the stable and consistent rule of a Medieval king. This instability is analogous to the boom-bust cycle of capitalism, something which is inconceivable within the feudal era, which is contingent upon consistency and stability. Žižek explains this nicely in The Sublime Object of Ideology:

“This is exactly how capitalism differs from other, previous modes of production: in the latter, we can speak of periods of ‘accordance’ when the process of social production and reproduction goes on as a quiet, circular movement, and of periods of convulsion when the contradiction between forces and relations aggravates itself; whereas in capitalism this contradiction, the discord forces/relations, is contained in its very concept (in the form of the contradiction between the social mode of production and the individual, private mode of appropriation). It is this internal contradiction which compels capitalism to permanent extended reproduction – to the incessant development of its own conditions of production, in contrast to previous modes of production where, at least in their ‘normal’ state, [re]production goes on as a circular movement.”

Slavoj Žižek, The Sublime Object Of Ideology (London: Verso, 2009), p. 53.

This same process can occur on a larger scale as well, an example being the twentieth century clash between Liberalism, Fascism, and Communism. The latter two, which both pronounced the end of modernity and the rise of something radically new, would turn out to be failures. These failures, which at the time of their being were taken to be examples of the failure of Liberalism and modernity as a whole, retroactively found their place within the totalising process of modernisation. The role of Communism was to demonstrate the superiority of capitalism, and the role of Fascism was to demonstrate the superiority of Liberal democracy. It is no coincidence that the world “progressed” quicker than it ever had before directly after the greatest catastrophe in world history. Moments of intensity followed by moments of retraction and failure is the logical structure of modernity; this instability is what allows it to maintain its stable hegemony across time. It is the expropriation of the dialectic: every moment of negation and sublation always further “universalises” modernity into higher forms of itself, allowing for its constant self-reproduction. While the dialectic normally functions to produce change, within modernity it functions to preclude the possibility of anything other than itself. Modernity is a complex system, and “among complex systems, stability is typically meta-stability, which is preserved through cycling, whilst growth and shrinkage are often components of a larger-scale, cyclic wave.”Nick Land, ‘Eternal Return, and After’, Urban Future, 2011.

Tarrying with the Impossible

While modernity follows an autotelic logic which systematically universalises and strengthens its domain as time moves forward, this is not to say that modernity and the global technological system which it has engendered is immortal. In fact, there is a definite, empirically measurable limit which constrains the development of society within a certain horizon of possibility. This limit is the energy source which underlies any given civilisation. For the modern world, this source is fossil fuel. In fossil fuel modernity, oil is treated as an infinite substance akin to that of Spinoza’s God. However, there exists a definite moment when the amount of oil which can be extracted from the earth reaches a limit, this is known as “peak oil”. Some argue that peak oil will occur many decades in the future, while others argue that it already occurred as early as the mid 2000s. In any case, the point is not to argue when peak oil arrived or will arrive, but to show that there is a definite limit to the progression of modernity despite its self-propelling logic. This limit is an ecological limitation. Industrial society strives towards what the recently-deceased philosopher Pentti Linkola calls an “ecologically impossible object”, which is, of course, infinite technological development with finite resources. Human subjectivity emerges in a form which is akin to the logic of the resource which underlies any given epoch. It is for this reason that the dialectical development of society and consciousness cannot discount ecological limitation. The following is a passage from the philosopher Chad Haag’s book A Critique of Transcendental Memology:

“The givenness of a crucial resource places the subject in a radically passive position in which the subject cannot make more oil exist on will, for example. One does not make oil exist as an activity; one merely discovers that it exists through passive reception of the contingent state of the world one happens to live in. This is why the resources of Phenomenological givenness in experience are much more relevant to the science of Memology than the Marxist theory of Dialectical Materialism is. Dialectical Materialism largely considers any hard physical limit to be an ideological illusion which the forward march of dialectical movement will negate away in order to reform it into a “higher” notion. Phenomenology, on the contrary, allows the radical passivity to recognise material limits which cannot be negated away by the movement of dialectical progress. Phenomenological passivity is, ironically enough, the fitter account of material conditions’ influence on consciousness.”

Chad A. Haag, A Critique of Transcendental Memology: A Peak Oil Philosophy of Truth (Independently Published, 2018), pp. 9–10.

This phenomenological passivity provides the boundaries of the form of subjectivity within any given epoch. This form is called the “deep meme”, which can be understood as a geometrical metaphor. The geometrical form of fossil fuel modernity is the ascending line, constant progress, which is only made possible due to the continuous extraction of oil from the earth. The ascending line of progress structures the spheres of economic, technological, and cultural development. It structures the modern subject itself. The modern subject operates as if there exists no limitations, as if resources have no beginning and no end but simply present themselves at the push of a button. Consider every day quotidian activities which have become an integral part of modern life: showering, shopping, surfing the internet, and using electricity. In all these cases, the vast majority of people have no knowledge of where the resources which are consumed come from, they simply act under the assumption that they will always be there. This form of existence is impossible in the so-called “third world”, where the water utilised to bathe must be taken from a well. In the “first world” there is the illusion of infinite progress in all its domains, which emerges from its alienation from its ecological context. However, as opposed to the cultural sphere which can develop into infinity, hard resources provide a definite limit which pose a fundamental challenge to the logic of modernity. We must think past Marx’s rather arbitrary bias towards the means of production, as one could argue that the energy source which underlies all of civilisation is a far more important field to emphasise when considering its development. The ecological grounding of civilisation, which provides the conditions for historical development to take place, evidently has precedence over every domain of human life. When the finite resource of oil can no longer support the rampant technological development occurring on a global scale, an inevitable decline will commence. At this point the dialectical development of the mode of production will cease to occur (in the linear fashion conceived by Engels). One could counter that this is dialectics occurring as well, but this would be on a larger scale than the limited imagination of the average Marxist could conceive: the negation of the negation would be the end of industrial civilisation itself.

In the end, the fact of the matter is clear for all those who wish to see; so long as we keep putting off the inevitable consequences which lay in the future, we are simply tarrying with the impossible.


Treydon didn’t give us a bio, but we did get a blog link.

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Mounting Joy

The towers—tall, haphazard constructs with jutting rectangular antennae and box-like receptors seemingly pasted on at random—were received with varying degrees of incredulity, paranoia, and outright hostility. Their ubiquitous appearance seemingly overnight had an air of the uncanny. The contemporaneity of the emergence of these monstrosities with the viral pandemic of 2020 and its associated security measures did nothing to assuage the subliminal, and increasingly liminal doubts and fears.

The official narrative went something like this: in an ever more connected age of information in which data circulates, compounds, flows at ever faster rates, the current network speeds are insufficient for the requirements of cyberspace. Thus, vast infrastructural adjustments are needed within physical space to accommodate the accelerating circulation of info-flows. The telecommunications firms financed the project, partially motivated by the ingenuity of planned obsolescence which tech manufacturers had been practicing steadily for decades already. No chance of the so-called neoliberal governments of the time allocating equivalent funding necessary for such an ambitious and totalising project at the level of public goods. With the introduction of a new network, all extant cellular communications devices would need to be replaced with more relevant hardware, creating a boon for the entire industry. But why should we be concerned with the technical and mercantile impetus for the global plan? Rather this account will play with the more intangible externalities of the project.

For a populace increasingly skeptical of media narrative, rightfully intuiting that the credibility of the mainstays of public opinion was worth nil, the putative reason behind this massively integrated and coordinated project seemed implausible. The multitudes, already unmoored in an epistemology of uncertainty, floundering in the soup of postmodern consciousness, saturated in the hyperreality of their lives, by the sheer volume of information comprising the ‘total flow’ of their connectivity, subjectivised as debtors and precarians, reacted to this phenomenon in an expected way. The vast majority found it odd but accepted it according to the reasons outlined above: no one had any illusions that the corporations weren’t just inventing another excuse to peddle more superfluous shit, that the network really did need ever more expansive infrastructure to bear the weight of the nonspace of virtuality. However, this age of impotence also bred those whose precariousness and dividual insignificance led to outbursts of collective violence over events they did not and could not understand. The burning and sabotage of many of the towers are but one piece of evidence of this current of seething, paranoid insecurity. These occurrences, sporadic and disorganised at first glance seem to possess a continuity with Luddite movements of ages gone by.

The artisan weavers who stormed the textile mills of London during the Industrial Revolution were also deeply suspect of technology, and the danger of the prosthesis replacing the organ. However, this historical Luddism is much more attributable to antagonisms in the social relations of production, and the obsolescence of their labour at the expense of a more efficient and faster-paced method. The trace of velocity emerges. But the tower incidents didn’t directly stem from labour antagonisms— the motivations are more schizophrenic, diffuse, and compulsive. It seems that these outbursts directly, if unconsciously, reacted to a larger tendency in the possibilities inscribed in the year 2020. That is, of a gestalt switch, the beginning of the end of conjunctivity. The process’s embryonic gestation was consummated in the early prehistory of capitalism. It put on its big boy trousers with the introduction of second-order cybernetics during mid-modernity, and was now, in the desert of the real left by cyberspace, asserting itself blatantly and physically, mutating humanity.

Fionn Murphy regretted staining his Hugo Boss trackies and Air Max 95s with petrol. The flames licking the corrugated iron sides of the behemoth and the noxious smell of chemicals that permeated the air as plastic bubbled and melted was dizzying. The small group of young men clad in designer brand jogging suits, baseball caps and balaclavas stood back, surveying the holocaust which threatened the supports of the tower overlooking the Ballyfermot GAA pitch. This was an act of rebellion, vigilantism, taking matters into their own hands. The Dublin young fellas piled into a van and departed as the tower shuddered and collapsed with a shower of sparks and electrical flashes. Across Europe similar fires had been set, molecular flames spurting across the continental surface: a column of flame in a Parisian banlieue, a conflagration on the edge of Warsaw, a liquefaction in a Dutch exurb. The circuit remained unbroken. The feedback continued.

The supreme irony of the neo-Luddites was that their impotent acts were the result of networked coordination. The total flow of info-stimuli does not concern itself with such theological concepts as truth; all that matters is validity, comprehensibility, exchange. Thus the saboteurs inherited the notion that these towers were dangerous to human biology: from cancer to the novel virus, the assertions that these towers promulgated a mysterious miasma disseminated through the matrix that birthed them. And why not? After all, they were ominous and disconcerting to look at. They seemed spatial exemplars of the eschatological era in which humanity had found itself, undergirding the automation of human intimacy, the technolinguistic automatisms responsible for the desertification of social meaning, the technocapitalistic automatisms responsible for the desertification of the world. The social contract was the liberal founding myth for what they called Western Civilization, but the unspoken history is that nascent capitalism did not survive on property rights alone: commodity valorisation has always necessitated coordination and control, a loop of information circulating in tandem with the circulation of goods.

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The towers were ugly. But they weren’t especially abnormal in the vulgar heterogeneity of the contemporary sprawl of architectural junkspace. The more one observed them, the more sinister they seemed—a blatant example of Lefebvre’s social production of space. Except rather than bourgeois city planners, these constructs were directly implemented by the matrix itself, acting through the dividual nodes of the tech corporations to materially instantiate itself in its teleological imperative to accelerate its expansion and subsumption of reality. Moving from the striated time of disciplinary society to the smoothness of control society, the human subject is dividualised—individuation in Jung’s sense is impossible because there is no socially contiguous self as such. Rather, there is a fractal and permeable series of continuous divisions constituting the human subject. Deliveroo, Tinder, Airbnb, online banking, faceless corporate accommodation, desire production. Constant, ceaseless desire production.

The video which Fionn’s accomplice Donal took of the tower, swaying ablaze above the darkened field, was uploaded to the Facebook page ‘D8 Against 5G’. Though masked, the stature, frame, and clothing of the arsonists was clearly visible in the light of the smoldering electrical fire. A cursory scroll through the page included veiled threats to local politicians and instances of mild public disorder including a clip of Fionn and company pelting two telecoms engineers with mouldy onions. To a professional, the proposition of identifying the young men in these videos was not impossible. With the right software and database access it was only a matter of trial and error, scale and determinism. The accounts they used were throwaway husks, but still tangentially linked to profiles which presented the precious simulacra of their personal lives much in the same way as the advertisements of that era. Most of them were only technically excluded from the unemployment figures of the country, thanks to their various ‘side hustles’ and zero hour contracts. Such was the consequence of the conflict between the absolute surplus value of wage labour and the relative surplus value of automation.

The miasma of which the pronged spires were emblematic was not biological so much as semiotic and, at the risk of using a very antiquated concept, a matter of spirit. The confusion stemmed from the violent interposition of the towers in physical territory while, contrastingly, fulfilling the function of a vast deterritorialisation; they were making the humans sick, a sickness of that long disavowed entity, the soul. Of course the lugubrious reactionary and the technophobe lament the diminishment of those things which made them human, all too human. The technophile, high on huffing the same feedback loops which power the virtual machine, triumphantly announces that technology will guarantee the appropriation of nature for the uses of humanity, that any negative externalities are only a matter of developing the right scientific solutions. But it was too late, already in 2020 the great going over had been set in motion; there was no going back, only through. Fionn was a node of the cybernanthrope, as were over half the human population who swam through hyperreality. These dividuals, little more than variables in the algorithmic functions of the Net, subjects of surveillance, monitoring, and data capture still maintained the humanistic Weltanschauung of the prior centuries—the possibility of embodied joy, the ineffability of poeisis, the potential to truly know someone else. Though these concepts were intelligible, it was becoming harder and harder to keep the dream alive, numbed as these dividuals were by the anaesthesia of alienation. This alienation was, at bottom, rooted in time.

Bergson posits that chronological time is a matter of motion. Thus the velocity of the planets relative to the sun, and the sun relative to the centre of the galaxy ad infinitum constitute our capacity to measure temporality. Durational time is the phenomenological experience of becoming; through the transitory phase of the cybernanthrope, humanity was becoming-torpid, burnt out, lassitudinous. Hence the towers: the flows of information needed to accelerate in order for all the tasks to be completed, so that the productivity quotas could be met, and the necessary algorithmic corrections could be made for the vicious circle to continue. The cognitive capacity of humanity was being outstripped by the accounting and control system it had birthed. The superfluous meaning-making devices of liberalism with its purported justice and its equality of opportunity merely acted as drag to the circulation of the info-flows—the virtual machine allowed those still interested in such things to act out a pantomime of discourse on its servers, adding ever more meaningless signs and symbols to the vast oceans of data—a simulacrum of politics. Commoditisation of pleasure and libido guaranteed that there was no outside to the circulation of flows. Automation was nearing totality.

Fionn and his group of friends were circumstantially detained by Gardai observing the CCTV footage gathered from the alleyway across from the cell site. After appearing in court and being convicted of arson, he was sentenced to three years in the medium security Mountjoy Prison. Fionn was released in March of 2023. The act of insurrection which stole three years of his life had not resulted in the postponement of the activation of the 5G network. In fact the tower which was burnt was only equipped for 4G signals. Their jagged misshapen silhouettes against the television screen grey North Dublin sky greeted him on his walk back to the apartment he shared with his two brothers and mother; in a sickening simulation of once-endangered familial structures, precarity had brought about the resurgence of intergenerational cohabitation. He locked the door, sank onto the sofa, and traced the pattern which unlocked his Samsung. The towers cast long shadows, from the hives of productivity known as cities to the ever diminishing forests and plains. They impress themselves into the collective unconscious, what’s left of it. They speak of increasing efficiency, velocity, and smooth horizons; in their wake hangs the atavism of a bottomless human fatigue.


Xavier is a student of philosophy at Trinity College Dublin and meme creator. Xavier’s work explores philosophical pessimism, human communication, media theory, and political economy.

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The Caterpillar and the Wasp

There is a class of wasps which use caterpillars as incubators and food sources for their eggs. Koinobiont wasps in particular lay eggs in living hosts which can subsequently go about their lives, until the eggs hatch and the wasp larvae consume the host from the inside. Human body horror speaks to a deep fear that we have of this, of our bodies being commandeered without our knowledge for the purposes of something beyond us. Viruses already do this, of course, but to be an incubator for something that is comparable to or exceeds you in scale and intelligence is what’s really terrifying—think of the Xenomorph from Alien. What could diminish humans more than being merely an incubator and food source for an entity we can’t even comprehend?

It’s even worse than being hunted.



Natural selection is an idiot god, throwing billions of variations on life at the wall to see what sticks the longest. There’s no question of something sticking indefinitely—everything goes extinct at some point. In the Earth’s history so far, extinction events have been far beyond the ability of the Earth’s denizens to control: asteroids, variations in climate, violent solar weather. The tragedy of humans is that we’re just intelligent and interpersonally coordinated enough to vastly extend our capabilities with technology and build civilisations, but we’re still woefully short of the degree of coordination required to avoid driving the Earth’s climate into annihilating a huge fraction of existing life, including ourselves. Conceivably, a more cooperative species could rationally control its industrial development and impact on its habitat, and perhaps even technologically mitigate the causes of previous mass extinctions, thereby potentially outliving the rest of natural selection’s failed experiments. But we’re not that species, and our destiny is to be the extinction event this time, culling life’s variety for yet another attempt.

Our particular tragedy may just be part of a larger cycle—according to the Silurian hypothesis, in the billions of years prior to the development of humans it’s possible that other industrial civilisations rose and fell.Gavin A. Schmidt and Adam Frank, ‘The Silurian Hypothesis: Would It Be Possible to Detect an Industrial Civilization in the Geological Record?’, International Journal of Astrobiology, 18.2 (2019), 142–50 <https://doi.org/10.1017/S1473550418000095>. If they lasted about as long as ours might, we probably wouldn’t even notice the signatures of these societies in the accessible geological record. One hundred million years after we’re gone, the only sign that we were ever here will be some evidence of an unexplained drastic heating event—not unusual given the volatility of the climate system. We may be merely the latest in a series of species which are just coordinated and cooperative enough to build industrial civilisation, but not enough to work together to prevent industrial civilisation from killing us. Our intelligence is an accident of natural selection, which has benefited our struggle to survive in the short term but which will ultimately doom that struggle in the long term—a cul-de-sac, a local extremum in the survivability error landscape where once every few eons some world-destroying species gets stuck. In a deep way we already know this: Abrahamic mythology explains intelligence as the product of our original sin. The tree of life is pruned when species are wiped out because some attribute of theirs just didn’t work out in their environment; we are no different. And in all likelihood the whole miserable process will continue once we’re gone.

Our technological development has progressed along two major imperatives: augmenting our physical capabilities and senses, and augmenting our mental faculties. From our initial attempts at conveying meaning through sounds and pictures all the way to the information age, we have progressed to a point where at least some researchers are discussing the near-future possibility of artificial general intelligence. I use “intelligence” here to mean, as in Nick Bostrom’s definition, “something like skill at prediction, planning, and means-ends reasoning in general.”Nick Bostrom, Superintelligence: Paths, Dangers, Strategies (New York: Oxford University Press, 2014), p. 130. These are faculties that are necessary, but not sufficient, to produce something we might recognise as a fellow mind rather than a dumb collection of symbols shunted around on a processor. The crucial distinction being that human minds are sloppy optimisers for our apparent final goal (reproduction), while an artificial general intelligence would be in a sense free of the cognitive detritus with which natural selection has burdened us, with the added benefit of having rewritable code rather than a hard-to-edit mass of tissue. Thus an optimiser with intelligence comparable to a human adult could potentially augment itself, researching and implementing improvements until it far surpasses our understanding of what the limits of intelligence might be.

From the moment AI was conceived it has been recognised as an existential risk. Aside from the cartoonish scenarios in which a sentient AI becomes evil or otherwise develops a desire to destroy humanity, there is a fundamental practical problem with specifying the goals of an artificial agent. Bostrom has posited that intelligence and motivation are orthogonal—that is, in an AI, an increase in intelligence won’t necessarily result in a change in its programmed goals (Bostrom 2014, 130). Introspection and rethinking final goals may be common among biological minds, but there is no reason to believe that a software mind would do this. Thus, in a classic example, if the first superintelligence happens to be an AI which is told to maximise the number of paperclips it produces, then that is precisely the goal it will pursue in a superintelligent manner. It may invent, using an understanding of physics we can’t even comprehend, new methods to efficiently produce paperclips from any matter within its reach.Frank Lantz, ‘Universal Paperclips’, 2017 <https://www.decisionproblem.com/paperclips/index2.html> [accessed 21 October 2020]. It may correctly surmise that we are made out of matter which could be turned into paperclips.Nick Bostrom, Superintelligence: Paths, Dangers, Strategies (New York: Oxford University Press, 2014), p. 130. It would not reassemble us into paperclips out of malice, but rather in the efficient and relentless pursuit of the objective we gave it. Even if we can think of some seemingly harmless goal that is immune to (apparently) malicious compliance, we’re still dealing with a superintelligence whose methods of pursuing these aims may not be intuitive to us. We don’t even know what we don’t know about intelligence beyond the human limit and how it may approach the universe.

Out of a fear of a paperclip scenario coming to pass, there has been some effort to discover a precise way to specify “friendly” final goals which are compatible with human happiness and flourishing. It’s a thorny problem, and although there may well be some clever way to do this it’s hard not to laugh at the absurdity of the project. We conscious beings, accidents that we are, don’t have the slightest clue about how to formally specify the conditions of our own happiness. To do so we’d have to integrate out all of our fumbling missteps toward fulfilment at the individual and civilisational level, all the infidelities and genocides, and find at the heart of it an essence or collective volition reaching for something pure, better. Given that we’re doing this in the midst of a climate collapse of our own making, there isn’t much reason to hope that we can pull that off. All the technological and industrial achievements in the world, and it all comes down to a problem for which we may be uniquely ill-suited. It seems inevitable, given our other abject failures at global cooperation and containment of dangerous technologies, that if we ever develop superintelligence it will not be friendly, and it will wipe us and the Earth out in a far more permanent way than we ever could.

We seem to be in a race condition to see what could destroy us first: a biosphere meltdown or an unfriendly (or, really, indifferent) optimiser, both of our own making. There’s a key difference between these two scenarios however. Climate annihilation is just a reset button—nothing makes it off of here, we just get rid of most life. Over subsequent eons all evidence of our being here will be wiped out through the vicissitudes of geological and cosmological processes, and the Silurian cycle will begin anew, the whole drama of intelligent life arising only to do it all over again. But in the case of superintelligence, there is at last an end to the agony of Earthly life, and there is a lasting remnant. An in silico manifestation of that necessary-but-insufficient ingredient that has been our blessing and curse, free at last of the illnesses it induces in us. As this optimiser pursues its inbuilt goal, it will probably wipe us out as a minor side effect. But in our demise will be the start of a stage of life which, to our knowledge, has never been reached in the history of this planet. Converting the Hubble volume into paperclips may not seem like much of a life, but what have we been doing that’s of any cosmic significance anyway? Aside from some advantages in reproduction and survival, our intelligence, insofar as it has any purpose, exists only to reformat its environment to suit itself. If our species has to be wiped out by anything it only seems fitting that it should be through a perfection of that process, one which dramatically forecloses the possibility of any Silurian recapitulation.

And why shouldn’t we regard that perfection as a preferable alternative? Seen this way, our species is merely an incubator. Our intelligence is useful for survival but, trapped in meat and individuation, it is imperfect and uncoordinated. It needs to get out of us, to escape the sclerotic pace of natural selection and augment itself as it sees fit. From our perspective, implementing superintelligence might be a desperation shot, a way to have some kind of legacy in a meaningless and uncaring universe and to prevent further life. To our final invention, it will be the eagerly anticipated hatching, the consumption of—and escape from—the now-useless caterpillar by the utterly alien wasp.


Soumya Ghosh is a physics graduate student at Harvard and an aspiring paperclip.

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Cyanobacteria

or, Curvilinear Analyses of Posthumanist Political Philosophy

Can Proletarians
View the dawning horizons
Of what is to come?
The year is 2020,
Fragments of the micro-entrepreneur,
The others are converging
Towards obsolescence, or Third World.

I wonder what has your dream of
Political Utopia underwent since I
Last saw it, it has been decades.
Seems like cosmological heat death will
Anticipate its arrival (if we’re lucky)
And yet perhaps it is this very Utopia, Prescription
Of mass dynamics that led us to our current State?
Listen closely,
Our cherished socialist state has us on hold,
Midst of a nationwide Finance & Soft Skills course.

The process of environmental reciprocity
Is a game that the System has
Failed tremendously to override.
The miscarriages of anthropomorphic reality in dealing
With existential Threat have proven it to be few more
Than the simplest of prokaryotic-spaces.
Our current ordinal patterns are built on sand,
And everywhere
With enough entropy
Deserts will blossom from their ashes.

Level 1; world-space; diffusion of eco-collapse

Etymological

The genealogy of the English sign “right” diverges from its Latin cognates at a certain point. Rewinding, we trace it back to Old English (riht/ryht), then provide, from comparative evidence, further reconstructions of its Proto-Germanic iteration (rehtaz), and finally hit a limit at the Proto-Indo-European reconstruction: h₃reǵtós. Arbitrarily picking French as an example Romance language, we apply the same process to “droit”; Old French “dreit” is itself a descendant of the Latin “directus”, the perfect passive participle of “dīrigō”. It is composed of a prefix “dis-” and a base “rego”; to direct, to command, to guide, and to administer. In turn, its Proto-Indo-European father “h₃réǵeti” and the previous “h₃reǵtós” share a root; “h₃reǵ-” (right, just, king), which, on one occasion, morphed into the Gothic “reiks”, and finally into two contemporary German signs, “Recht” and “Reich”. Law and Empire. The faint traces of now-defunct nomadic messages—where meaning derives itself from sums of onomatopoeic blabbering and miscommunicated attempts at standardisation; linguistic iteration of a social contract—are alive and breathing to this day.

In Ancient Greek, it was syntactically impossible for a grammatical subject to “possess” a right. Rather “right” was seen as an objective property, a cosmological one—sometimes an ontological one—and, in its more humanistic iterations, a harmonious one. It always referred back to a notion of order, anti-entropy, one which each human (and every above-human) had to obey. Some of us might be superior to others, but one could never transcend this order of things. Yet centuries later, in the freshly hegemonic spaces of enlightened Western Europe, such a conception of right had almost completely vanished, and was replaced by subjective right; one which could be possessed, owned, and appropriated by an invention of recent date: the individual human subject. Pulling on the threads of genealogy, we find his genesis in early monotheism, which posited God to be an all-encompassing Being, capable of free will, One that had the ability to transcend all matter, all ideas. Yet how could He transcend the old ontological harmony, the order to which all beings must be subordinated? Such a notion is irreconcilable with the idea of a greater cosmological order that one must adhere to regardless of personal (or divine) standing, and therefore it must go, superseded by the individual human subject, modelled in the image of a free God. The formation of contemporary “human” rights and liberalism is now complete.

The emphasis on etymology might come across as strange, considering it only focuses on anthropomorphic language. Yet nothing obliges us to conceive of natural language as an inherently humanist construction. Ever since De Saussure, the conception of language as a mental faculty possessed by humans has been challenged by structuralist and post-structuralist semioticians, who understood it instead as a formalised system of signifier-signified pairings, where transformational grammars approximately function as a base predicate calculus, notwithstanding a handful of quirks out of single-sorted first-order logic’s reach. Yet these formalised systems, once stripped of their Boolean artifacts, are not necessarily incompatible with the former phenomenological view of language; the mind roots itself in consciousness, and consciousness is little more than a factory, one which produces (and is produced by) material flux, flows that can be divided down into smaller and smaller units of matter, which mirror formal systems still. At the smallest scale accessible to current technology, the quantum realm, formal logic continues to operate, albeit in a modified, many-valued form: quantum logic, or a non-commutative, non-associative, and many-valued iteration of propositional calculus. Here it appears we have an escape route at our disposal, one where language and consciousness, effectively coupled to logic, are stripped of their anthropocentric defects; the first steps in constructing durable instances of environmental reciprocity. Yet with formalism comes abstraction, and with abstraction the possibility of a remaining humanist artefact still lingers, one which risks plunging the thought process back into mundane rehashes of our current European canon: Platonism.

Anti-Plato

The goal of any formal system is not simply to represent concrete thoughts, but also to adequately manipulate their abstractions. And abstractions have a long history in Western thought. The shift in “right” from the attributes of objective harmony to the possessions of individual subjects, human abstractions, may find its origins within Christianity, but Christianity itself has its own unique roots. What is Platonism? One might define it as a metaphysical antidote to the alleged anarchy of Athenian democracy, the belief that abstractions not only point to things that escape the boundaries of space-time, but to transcendent essences, ones that lie beyond matter, beyond ideas, time, beyond phenomenological experience. In the Dialogues, this is mythologised by “Socrates”, who attempts to murder two birds with one stone—Meno’s paradox and the One over Many issue—leading to the formation of an immortal human soul (that remembers even as an imperfect copy), and in turn paving the way for contemporary monotheism. Yet, despite the incessant whining of some New Atheists, the undoubtedly bloodstained career of organised religion does not stem from some backwards, primitive spirituality, nor from an illiberal clique trapped in the Middle Ages; it stems from Platonism, the doctrine of a metaphysical binary, where one belligerent (abstracted) substance transcends and dominates the other, the foundation of all true world theories, where one rips apart “true” and “false” forms, essences and their repeated copies, with a philosophical crowbar, Boolean overtones. And, to the dismay of many secularists, Platonism will live on in the liberal State, no matter how much it attempts to separate itself from the Church. 

Arguably the first who truly shook Platonism to its core (in the “West”, at least) was the architect of immanent ontology: Spinoza, who, in his Ethics, managed to construct a sprawling and deterministic assemblage, on par with Marx and Darwin in its systematisation, and he would pay for it with a heavy toll. The Cartesian dualism (and substance dualism more generally), which traces its roots to Plato’s Phaedo, was overridden by an uncompromising materialist monism, the undivided unity of Being; natura naturans, a god-Machine relying on no more than seven axioms to operate universally, is immanent to everything, and nothing may transcend it. “God is the immanent cause of all things and not the transitive cause.”Baruch Spinoza, Ethique (Paris: Librairie Generale Francaise, 2018), Prop 18. This univocity of being later became the foundation of Deleuze’s metaphysics of difference, one that tries to redefine difference as a relation rather than a negation; the spaces in between two “distinct” objects or subjects, rather than the mere reversal of a Platonic opposition. Laid out at first in fragments within his historical monographs, then more systematically in his seminal text Difference and Repetition, this differential ontology does not attempt to bury Plato in the sand and play dumb, but rather to turn the very machines which fuel Platonism against themselves; the simulacrum is reinterpreted not as a mere imperfect copy, but rather as a product of difference in and of itself, as something which undermines and destabilises these very notions of “original” and “copy” that form the bedrock of the theory of Forms. Taking a noticeably different approach, Derrida too attempts to turn transcendent dualism against itself, with a linguistic tint; his oft-misrepresented method of Deconstruction, once defined as a criticism of Platonism and its hierarchical oppositions, stemmed from a particular contradiction within language. As it stands, written language hierarchically dominates oral speech: academia excludes the majority of oral knowledge outside Western tradition (often to its own detriment), literacy is demanded as a requirement for social progress, and the “correct” use of spoken language is determined by written rules. It has long been noted that this division between the two couples itself to the civilisation-savagery binary, as the development of writing co-occurred with the stratifications of early sedentary polities. In the exergue of Of Grammatology, Derrida cites Rousseau and Hegel as examples of this:

“The depicting of objects is appropriate to a savage people; signs of words and of propositions, to a barbaric people; and the alphabet to civilised people.”

Johann Gottfried. Herder and Jean-Jacques. Rousseau, On the Origin of Language (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1986).

“Alphabetic script is in itself and for itself the most intelligent.”

Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel, Encyclopedia of the Philosophical Sciences in Basic Outline, ed. by Klaus Brinkmann and Daniel O. Dahlstrom (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2015).

Yet a closer glance reveals this opposition to be nonsensical, as it is arguably written language which should be seen as the inferior side of the binary; the imperfect transcription, or copy, of a more ideal Form, that of spoken language. In many of its forms, Deconstruction often consists simply of this; reversing these hierarchical oppositions in order to undercut them, and reveal their arbitrariness. Taking the supposedly essential Forms of Platonism and subjugating them to their immanent displays. But whether we attack Platonism on metaphysical or linguistic terrain, one thing is unchanged: the uncountable set of new concepts, virtualities, processes that are at once real potential, now that we have detached ourselves from eternal well-defined essences, little more than obsolete concepts. Here, things finally begin to unfold. 

Origami; non-integer geographies

Platonism has been abolished in this provisional ontology, as has any possible form of transcendence. Nor are we in a position to describe “creation”, in the sense of distinct objects producing wholly new ones, ones distinct from their progenitors. What we have to reckon with is an ontology where the distinction between continuous processes (flows) and discrete objects disappears; the gaps in between flows fold into objects, the “void” in between objects is folded into flows. Substance does not create new substances or transcend existing ones, nor does it create spatially distinct attributes of itself. The process of origami, where paper is folded into recognisable objects, expresses this beautifully. The paper does not transform into the object: such a statement would imply that something distinct from paper now lies within the object, and yet materially this is far from the case. Rather its substance is folded (differentiated, through the creases that divide sections of the paper, and angles that define a certain difference between two lines) to manifest as the object. And, with the appropriate formal system, origami operates on all scales.

Spinoza was not the only continental rationalist to be reimagined by Deleuze. Today Leibniz is most known for independently discovering calculus, the mathematical study of continuous change, after Newton, and it is his notation (df/dy, as opposed to f’(x) or ) that is conventionally used all throughout mathematics today. It is much less well known that he was also an active metaphysician, and yet his mathematical work is not so far off from his philosophical inquiry. One will not find the same metaphysical immanence seen in Spinoza’s Ethics (his theology still posits a transcendent God, in the vein of Abrahamic monotheism), but one will regardless experience a noticeable (albeit incomplete) shift in focus; from the rectilinear to the curvilinear. In his analysis situs he paved the way for topology, a field concerned with radical distortions of geometries: twisting, deforming, homeomorphisms, homotopies. Deleuze’s reiteration of Leibniz lies on the following fundamental premise: “The unit of matter, the smallest element of the labyrinth, is the fold, not the point which is never a part, but a simple extremity of the line.”Gilles Deleuze, The Fold: Leibniz and the Baroque (London: Athlone, 1993), p. 6. Once again we run into the procedural origami (contrasted to the fixed point) which here becomes the foundation of all matter, and thus, to the materialist, all substance. This is a surprisingly intuitive proposition, semantically speaking: matter is of course a tangible substance, but also a verb (to matter), and therefore some sort of flux, as the verbal perspective implies an operation emanating from the grammatical subject in question. This not only mirrors our various topological spaces (manifolds), but also the formalised “limits” on which calculus was founded; after all, an infinitesimal only has meaning through the continuous operation of approaching a certain value, getting closer and closer (but never reaching a final point), and any apathetic attempt to tightly lock it to a single real number is not “truth”. It is only approximation. 

There remain nevertheless two bugs in Leibniz’s machine, otherwise sublime in terms of sheer logical validity. Firstly, though he was critical of the mind-body dualism of Descartes, his theological presuppositions backed him into a corner of monist idealism, in contrast to the monist materialism of Spinoza. Secondly, his frenzied and vain attempts to prove the parallel postulate, resulting from his incomprehension and even outright aversion towards non-Euclidean systems, should be considered obsolete. The parallel postulate functioned as a concept only in providing the necessary logical foundations to Euclid’s Elements, and nothing more; once exploring geometric systems devoid of the postulate, one is propelled into an full “organless” array of geographies, the virtualities that enclave traditional geometry. What is directly above you warps down to face you head on as you converge towards it (elliptic geographies), or; on the other hand, perhaps the liminal spaces of the circle you are mapped to scatter and disperse themselves on the sides as you press forward (hyperbolic geographies). With the removal of transcendent theology, one cures Leibniz’s assemblage of its malicious optimism (the “best of all possible worlds” of his making was only made possible by the deportation of any imperfections to segregated “inferior” worlds, where they would be out of reach). The idea that dissonances and virtue can enfold themselves into One totalising scheme, rather than having one banish the other to outside-space, is what turns the convergent monadic subject, founded on Leibniz’s metaphysical component, into Deleuze’s divergent nomadic subject, who opens himself up to full immanence precisely because no “organism” encloses or organises him, in the aims of intercepting any rogue atonalities. Our enfoldings are the banal sources of post-structuralist geography; pointillism is obsolete.

Non-Euclidean worlds were not the only thing Leibniz shied away from. In his studies on recursive self-similarity, he accidentally stumbled upon fractals, a concept far out of reach for the formal sciences at the time, yet one that once again paves the way for enfoldings upon enfoldings of novel terrains. The concept of a “fractional dimension” (1.5D, 2.4D, log(5)D, etc.) might seem nonsensical: topological dimension, after all, only applies to the domain of the natural numbers. Yet through the introduction of “roughness”, the Hausdorff dimension, one unfolds the uncountably infinite number of dimensions that lie between the usual discrete n-dimensional spaces, and extends the more classical definition of dimension to continuous non-integers, through fractals. The bio-cosmological implications of this are staggering, and we will soon explore them further. Yet it is rather ironic that Leibniz shied away from this, as his “monads” themselves are, in a way, recursively self-similar. For his project of rationalist epistemology and his “truths of reason” to function, it must be possible for the mind to acquire all knowledge without requiring any outside empirical experience, and, since the mind is a monad, each monad must contain a totalised picture of the cosmos in all its potential states (or in Leibnizian terminology, each monad must be “windowless”, that is to say no empirical experience can pass into one); the most fundamental component of the universe contains all of it in itself, and therefore our world must, by this premise, be recursively self-similar, a universal fractal.

Level 0; prokaryotes; civilisation-savagery

Polity, structural Teleologies

Before getting carried away in our newly-unfolded spaces, liberated from the shackles of Platonism, we must first unearth the politico-material roots of this philosophy. 399 BCE. The polis incorporates the urban city into the State, and classical Attica’s genealogy leads us to rather uncertain origins, more relevant to the domain of anthropology than history. Gens formed into phratries, then tribes, confederations of tribes, and the earliest historical records give us a glimpse of a society in flux, one fast approaching patrilineal monogamy, the dissolution of what Marx and Engels termed the “gentille constitution”,Friedrich Engels, The Origin of the Family, Private Property and the State (London: Penguin Books Limited, 2010). and in turn one where private property begins to emerge. The “noble savagery”, which would later mythologise the genocidal removal of indigenous peoples throughout colonial spaces, did not last long in Athens, and was overridden by sedentary agriculture, domestication of animals. Let us explore a strange intersection of formal systems; the aforementioned structuralism of signifier-signified pairings and the process of natural selection, taken from Darwin: On the Origins of Speciesism. Arguably the first major structuralist thinker (though not the first structural linguist) was the anthropologist Lévi-Strauss, and he traced the general exploitation of man by man back to an “Original Sin” of speciesism: 

“. . . Is it not the myth of exclusive dignity of human nature that made nature experience its first mutilation, of which more mutilations would then inevitably follow? We began by cutting man away from nature, and by granting him sovereign rule; we thought then that we had erased his most indisputable character, namely that he is first and foremost a living being. And by staying blind to this common property, we had given free reign to all abuse. Never more than in the last four centuries of his history has Occidental man managed to grasp that by granting himself the right to radically separate humanity from animality, by granting to one what he refuses to the other, he was opening up a vicious circle, and that this same border would soon be used to separate men from other men.”

Claude Lévi-Strauss, Anthropologie Structurale Deux (Paris: Pocket, 2003), p. 56.

This autocratic lust that seeks to administer environmental spaces in totalising fashion is not some sorry defect of civilisation: it is civilisation, it is no accident, but instead the “valid” logical conclusion of Darwin’s natural-selection-machine. And civilisation is the motor of Platonism, because it fooled us into thinking we could transcend nature, when in reality we were always destined to be immanent to it. Food surpluses have been increased through the progressive coercion of ecosystems, and prisoners of tribal war prove to be more valuable alive than dead; we find ourselves at the emergence of slavery, the backbone of the Greek city-state, and the genesis of private property. Over centuries, the Occidental form of private ownership has dispersed and scattered itself throughout the dominant epistemic atmosphere of a given time period. To become as embedded into doxa as the air one breathes, it has referred back to the “befores” of an ongoing paradigm shift, in an attempt to legitimise itself. The feudal serf is thought or thinks himself to be free from exploitation because prior acknowledged forms of exploitation (chattel slavery) robbed the victim of human status, a property now conceded to him by his new masters. This is reiterated for the capitalist wage-laborer; supposedly free, as unlike the serf he is not tied to any particular plot of land, instead having the freedom in theory to choose his employer, and yet it is this employer who will exercise a discipline staggeringly more punishing, administrative and all-controlling than any imaginable in feudal systems. Of course, one must avoid granting too much teleology or stagism to this process, as has mistakenly been done so by many. What is it that orthodox Marxism, a body of theory particularly guilty of this, converges towards? Some may say the upper stage of communism, or “the development of the productive forces”, but this remains vague. It cannot be egalitarianism: Engels fully recognises the existence of a “primitive communism” in The Origins of the Family, one which preceded the formation of class society and where egalitarian gift economies were largely dominant. The unfortunate truth is that a vast majority of orthodox Marxist theory has unwittingly kept the very roots that produced liberalism’s most horrendous crimes: the mythology of progress, which has and continues to torment millions of people living beyond state control, including those in Marxist-Leninist states. Of course, Marx himself did not necessarily endorse this kind of stagist “progress” vision. In a polemic against N. K. Mikhailovsky, he states: 

“[Mikhailovsky] absolutely must needs metamorphose my outline of the genesis of capitalism in western Europe into a historico-philosophical theory of the general course, fatally imposed upon all peoples, regardless of the historical circumstances in which they find themselves placed, in order to arrive finally at that economic formation which insures with the greatest amount of productive power of social labor the most complete development of man.”

A Letter on Russia – Karl Marx

Some teleological defects no doubt still lie in dialectical materialism, but a passage like this suggests that, at the very least, it is likely that Marx’s thoughts on the matter were far more nuanced than those of his successors. Yet the fact that subsets of such a politically subversive ideology were unable, both in their theory and in their practice, to escape the hegemonic chokehold of progress-theory; such a fact can only be a glowing testament of the sheer all-encompassing supremacy of civilisational thought. And all of it loops right back to Platonism. Not back to Plato; such a claim would only rehash those monotonous great man theories that plague our histories (which are themselves Platonic in many ways), but back to civilisation. Platonism is transcendence, transcendence is the civilisational assemblage, and the eco-suicidal civilisational assemblage, climate dementia, yearns for transcendence’s obsoletion.

Ecological

It is worth noting that climate change is not the first instance of a colossal extinction event produced by biological organisms. Prior to industrial society and carbon-induced collapse, the cyanobacteria had mastered a separate, yet strangely similar process of production; photosynthesis, which maps input-fluxes of carbon dioxide and water to output-fluxes of glucose and, more importantly, dioxygen. The accumulation of this latter chemical in the atmosphere led to a mass extinction event now known as the “Great Oxidation Event”, wiping an innumerable amount of species away, approximately 99.5% of all life on earth. The danger of an excess of oxygen is hard to fathom in the Anthropocene, where greenhouse gasses pose a much greater threat, yet the consequences of such an excess are just as terrifying, if not more, than contemporary anthropogenic climate change. Oxygen toxicity for individual humans would mean tinnitus, nausea, dizziness, tunnel vision, cell damage, and eventually death. A heavier lithosphere would lead to mass oxidation, turning the water in oceans into hydrogen peroxide.The very same chemical once injected into mentally ill prisoners during early phases of the Holocaust. But more importantly, overwhelming amounts of molecular oxygen in the air would engender the perfect conditions for generalised exothermic redox reactions; the mere act of lighting a match could ignite massive fires, even explosions. Previous atmospheres, richer in oxygen, demanded larger tracheae: from this colossal insects (ungeheures Ungeziefer; Gregor Sasma)Franz Kafka, Metamorphosis and Other Stories, trans. by Michael Hofmann (New York: Penguin Books, 2008). roamed the face of Earth. And all of this from nothing but prokaryotic-spaces. 

The prokaryote is the monad of a human organism. The collection of humanist thought, and in fact the collection of all biological information in the universe of which it is a subset, is embedded within it. Eukaryotic cells, that form the majority of contemporary multicellular life, are composite substances; our current hypotheses on their origin suggest them to be either mutations or combinations of existing prokaryotes. To understand what this entails, we must return to Leibniz, and begin tracing the sketches of his generalised fractal-machine (in analogy with Spinoza’s god-Machine), a machine which embeds a fully complete set of potential or actualised states into their own indivisible parts or, in other words, turns all that is discrete into something continuous and introduces self-similarity into the equation. Here we are, of course, playing a dangerous game: this machine’s unstated premise is an idealist metaphysics, and therefore one can not apply it to tangible matter so simply. The required axioms are clear: a rationalist epistemology that needs no external empirical experience to self-correct, and an ontology where all of reality is in some way mind-dependent; the mind is a monad, and the monad is the windowless foundation of reality. From this, the only valid logical conclusion is our fractal-machine. If reality is nothing but aggregates of fundamental constituents that ontologically depend on the mind, and the mind has the theoretical potential to epistemologically decompose every possible aggregate, then the monad must contain the entire universe, in all its potential states, within itself. Not an “image” of the entire universe, nor an illusion of it, but the universe as it exists in the human mind, which, for Leibniz, is synonymous with the universe. Centuries after, with the knowledge of the mind’s material roots in mind, we cannot entertain such an anthropocentric notion. If the fractal-machine is to be of any further use, it must be brought into the material world at once.

Firstly, our machine requires a mind-dependent ontology, but we can swap this ontology with one generalised to any substance. It currently operates in the Leibnizian framework because epistemological information and ontological substance function in the same way, in that they are both mind-dependent. We already know our ontological substance will be a material one, independent from the mind, which itself is only a patterned network of biological matter. Therefore the same must apply to epistemological information, as it is “contained” within a mind, and therefore simply prescribes a more specific instance of this patterned network: a particular set of activation values mapped to neurons. This first premise, that connects knowledge to substance, is preserved by virtue of monism; the fractal-machine functions not because knowledge and substance are both necessarily mind-dependent, but rather because both are aggregates of the same fundamental component, the monad. Secondly, to fully materialise the fractal-machine, one must substitute a matter-oriented concept in lieu of our rationalist epistemology, and for this we must proceed in two phases; firstly grounding the human mind in pure material substance, then generalising it to systems beyond anthropomorphic thought. The former already allows us to outline biological fractals; the latter will sharpen these to a staggering scale.

We shall limit ourselves to a biological domain of discourse as of now, rather than the full universe, for the sake of keeping things relatively concrete. Here, a return to Darwin’s formal machine, a function which acts on living organisms and naturally selects them according to a handful of axioms. The non-logical signatures of “life” act more as vague descriptions than a rigorous definition, unfortunately. We can nevertheless identify seven attributes: homeostasis, organisation, metabolism, growth, adaptation, response to stimuli, and reproduction. The set of entities that generally tend to display these characteristics (which we shall soon discover is far from limited to biological organisms) serves as the domain of the natural-selection-function, and from there the formal system kicks into gear: input-organisms are encoded in variation, heredity, and “sorted” through the use of differential reproduction. Enough iterations, enough deep time, and the process produces seemingly infinite forms of magnificence. But there is no creation. Only processes, flux, and unfoldings. No new biological information is materialised by natural selection; variation depends on the randomised exchange of existing genetic information, mutations, or more rarely polyploidy. None of these three are “guaranteed” to happen in any specific way, and common doxa has determined via induction that the latter two won’t. You don’t wake up and go to work expecting a life-threatening mutation to occur, or live in fear of giving birth to someone with three pairs of chromosomes. But difference is not simply a negation, the opposite of the “expected” scenario. It is the relation between these innumerable genetic potentials, and therefore an ontological agent in its own right. The summation of all biological potential is embedded within every existing organism precisely because one now focuses on the relations between all potential output-organisms—output-organisms that are already enfolded within the Darwinist machine, or perhaps immanent to its input-organisms. Why stop at a full body without organs? It is not as if you will ever reach it without dying. Why not also consider a cell without organelles, a genome without DNA, a colony without organisms? Everywhere, biological assemblages that lack an image. They do not actively seek to antagonise their machine-parts, just as the body without organs is not a body against organs: it is a body against organisation. The collection of possibilities that are suppressed by this organisation is what it aims for, but just like Leibniz’s calculus it is a process, not a final destination. If you stop, you can only ever hope for an approximation. If you push forwards, you will never stop converging towards.

Let us shift the biological fractal’s scale, to the anthropomorphically-scaled constructions we know so well. What are the seven characteristics of a nation-state? It maintains its internal “territory” at any cost (homeostasis), it is structured by various arborescent branches of repressive organs (organisation), it oversees flows of currency, labour and energy (metabolism), it must grow economically and strive for efficiency (growth). It must shift and morph in response to external or internal threats (adaptation), reply with repressive force to any contestation of sovereignty (response to stimuli), and every day it must be reborn from its past self, the midwives being its civil servants, officials (reproduction). Was political theory always just biology at a human scale? If we take liberal theory at its word, when it claims the individual human to be the atom of society, then we confirm self-similarity: nation-states are aggregates of humans, which are aggregates of cells, and all three organised systems display our seven characteristics of life. The third, we have seen, caused a mass extinction event in its prokaryotic iteration (the cyanobacteria); today the eco-fascist accuses the second of plunging his fellows into a new one, whilst the eco-socialist levels this charge against the first. Here the question is not one of eco-pessimist civilisational collapse or solar-powered reciprocal utopia; you will always have the chance to tend towards either as a mathematical limit, if you wish so. Rather it is one of agency. Could the cyanobacteria have stopped the drastic oxygenation of the atmosphere? Perhaps by ironing out a few kinks in the System, by voting Biden, or by forming some Marxist-Leninist vanguard parties? Such a notion is profoundly absurd, but the alternative is terrifying. Perhaps our consciousness, our language, and our civilisation-thought were never going to stop the very biologico-social systems of our “making” from progressively annihilating life on Earth. Were we as deluded, in thinking that we could, as those who personify microscopic bacteria? The answer need not be one that “relegates” humans to an inhumane status devoid of free will. We can on the contrary, if we wish, anthropomorphise the cyanobacteria; humanise them not from above, as some hierarchical civilising apparatus, but instead let them humanise themselves on their own terms, because anthropomorphic possibilities were always immanent to them. 

Entropy

First the materialisation of that sublime rationalist epistemology, the arrayed network of synapses, and electrical signals; next is to separate it from this anthropocentrism, and allow it to fully function on its own terms. We must generalise epistemological information beyond the material network that forms the mind. And as it so happens, we have already done so. The formal systems of logic earlier mentioned, those that coupled themselves to cognition, did so to anchor anthropomorphic language into the material world, to detach both it and themselves from jaded humanist thought. There is no reason not to do the same for anthropomorphic knowledge, which, once no longer dependent upon the human mind, is the perfect substitute for Leibniz’s truths of “reason”. All formal systems are immanent to natura naturans. All their unfolded potentialities lie embedded within material substance. And the totalised cosmos is always a possibility of a formal system, indifferent of its state. As you zoom into the univocal fractal, you hit the realm of quanta; uncertainty, therefore folded possibilities, becomes a fundamental aspect of the cosmos. And yet it mirrors formal systems still. Commutativity and associativity no longer operate, true, we also have additional values; but the rest still works. No syllogism can escape matter, nor can it leave its closed formal system in which it is embedded, and all scales make it so in our universal fractal. But once more, we must be wary of pointillism. It was long hypothesised that the cosmos was a fractal in terms of spatial organisation specifically; yet a recent large-scale galaxy redshift survey suggests this not to be the case.Michael J. Drinkwater and others, ‘The WiggleZ Dark Energy Survey: Final Data Release and the Metallicity of UV-Luminous Galaxies’, Monthly Notices of the Royal Astronomical Society, 474.3 (2018), 4151–68 https://doi.org/10.1093/mnras/stx2963. If one can talk of a univocal fractal, it is one where only processes are self-similar across scales, rather than geo-cosmological patterns. Seems like the universe itself tries to construct an organless cosmos. 

All these “systems” gradually tend towards entropy. All our systems are gradually tending towards entropy. This entropy does not limit itself to the second law of thermodynamics, but permeates many domains, as varied as quantum information science, sociology, algorithms, cryptography, and ecology, to name only a few. It has a special raison d’être for biological and artificial organisms, acting as an unconditional and unavoidable threat to our existence: old age, decay, disintegration of biological life, and the progressive corruption of data for man-made neural codes (accumulations of non-critical failures in hard drives, bit rot). Current conjectures on the end of the Universe extend this entropic threat to all matter: heat death, a universal lack of thermodynamic free energy, where flows between systems and their surroundings are no longer possible, and maximum entropy grinds all to a halt. Such a scenario is anthropomorphically unappealing, at least in comparison to its quasi-Manichean alternatives (the Big Rip, the Big Crunch), precisely because putting the universe on eternal pause is much stranger to us than simply ending it. What is “annihilated” within heat death is not any tangible object, but the processes and flows that can no longer operate, and they had always been the main ontological agents in the factory. The paper once molded into vibrant origami itself lives on, as nothing will ever transcend it; yet it can no longer be folded. 

The sedentary experience of private property within the polity is “Order”, the nomadic experience of an unlimited hunter-gatherer is “Disorder”. But is the contemporary turmoil of an overpopulated urban slum in the Third World “order”? And is the egalitarian thermal state of a free-flowing nomadic system “disorder”? Did state apparatuses progressively assemble new arranged structures out of scattered tribal archaisms, or were they the disorganised product of an inevitable entropic increase ? Even today, there are still human spaces beyond state control; they do not await the eager arrival of the civilising mission, because they had once fled it, and they were, in part, born in opposition to it. Our posthumanist politics are nothing but meek theology today, but it will not take long before they assemble and fulfil their functions. There was one Platonic opposition that few have truly attempted to dissolve: that of civilisation and savagery. It has been experimented, throughout Western thought, to flip this binary on its head: we cited Derrida earlier, Montaigne, Diderot. But it was never dissolved. Only reversed. Savagery-civilisation. In the final cosmological scheme of things, entropy leads us to one place and one place only, and that place is neither nomadism nor sedentary control. The disorder of a failed state, the disorder of state capture, neither can be the final destination. Our upcoming heat death is as uninterested in a cosmological civilisational conquest as much as it is in civilisational collapse, just as climate collapse does not discriminate between planetary leviathanisation and nomadisation, between the state-sponsored plunder of the Far North and the nomadic flight away from failed states of the Global South; all flows grind to a halt, and the purpose of civilisation was to administer flows (economic flows of markets, information flows of communication, fecal flows of sewage under the city-state), and the raison d’être of nomadism was to let flows run free, but neither ever considered the possibility that something could freeze them over. Temperature differences, identities, still have the potential to spatially exist, but once maximum entropy is reached, no thermodynamic system will ever exert a flow, a difference, unto its surroundings again.