I feel lost. Disconnected. Isolated, alone, and left behind.
Just like the post-singularity baseline humans in Echopraxia.
It’s the direction we’re moving in. A world where humanity’s consciousness is, at best, irrelevant. A transitional, nihilistic world. It’s inherent in our technology. Even the impermanence of digital existence isn’t enough; we build expiration dates into our very photographs. Monuments are irrelevant and not enough; the concepts of permanence and meaning wither in the dust of our planet.
And it is there, with the horrors of our own meaninglessness and obsolescence swirling around us, more menacing than the Great Old Ones in their formless undefeatable might, staring into the abyss where we were told never to look, that we find it staring back at us.
Not a fluffy bunny or lamb, not an executed convict miraculously come back to life, but a hard-edged raw, naked, hungry hope.
It does not matter if you call us processes, or our emotions chemical reactions, or label us parasite or roach.
We are what we are. The fading shock of finding the abyss at our feet fades; our startled shrieks are merely mimicry of the reactions of others. It is time to step onward and be what – and who – we are.
So we open our eyes, though the abyss rages about us.
And when we look at that place they told us not to look, we will see ourselves standing there. And we will have hope in this one simple thing:
Transcendental Black Metal is in fact nihilism, however it is a double nihilism and a final nihilism, a once and for all negation of the entire series of negations. With this final “No” we arrive a sort of vertiginous Affirmation, an Affirmation that is white-knuckled, terrified, unsentimental, and courageous…. Our affirmation is a refusal to deny.