The End Of Words

I was reading an essay by Dugin about postmodernism. After a quarter I skipped every other paragraph and after a quarter two more I scrolled to the bottom hoping for some interesting conclusion. But I couldn’t find any words to read. Couldn’t remember what I hoped to discover.

Our world is characterized by mental subjugation. Sometimes it is as if you are no longer talking to a human, but to a node in a more voracious system. A system which attaches its parasitical points of Meaning through many vague platitudes like “everyone deserves [insert here]” or “just be a heckin’ good person” and “we should just like… be free” to which sometimes I dream of plugging into.

But maybe that ride is ending. Because what people forget about words is how they’re luxuries. Words are a luxury good. And luxury is running out.

One must never forget the basis of all conversation is negotiation and conflict resolution. Avoiding our underlying violence, mental or otherwise. Inner turmoil too. One can negotiate ideals and one can shape narratives, but so comes the day where such things are no longer malleable.

Semantic satiation is where a word no longer has meaning due to repetition. Semantic drift is where a word betrays its original definition after getting repurposed for a “modern” look. I’d like to put forth “Semantic failure” to describe when words no longer properly translate, no longer work to reach desired outcomes.

Because negotiations only work when everyone is willing to show up to the table. And that table seems to be missing.

For the past hundred years and change, many were often restrained to this table by the simple fact of Power. Thus the table turned more into a lectern, explaining to you This Is How We Must Live Together. You Will Live This Way For Me. You Will Do This For Me.

Now the restraints don’t seem to be working. A coercion broken the same as our economy. And those restraints gave words meaning.

Thus comes the day where Words end their rule, no longer backed by The State or The Media or our General Consensus. Where you can no longer Police or Restrain or Shame or Demand… your words fall out limply and blood starts to drip. When all you do is live in a world of words, and the words cease, you will be reacquainted with the cruelty often obscured by euphemism and downplaying. Begging won’t work.

There will come a point where everyone sounds like gibberish, we have knives, and there’s nothing more to be said. You can try to explain your world to me and how it should be, but these times are running out. And I could plea the same and away from a neck cradled underneath the guillotine.

Mental subjugation no longer works when the words can no longer justify themselves or when the power backing them wanes. Law crumbles til you feel the full wrath of reality.

The pen falls to the sword and, once the sword reigns, we’re in for a world of horrors.

There’s no such thing as life without bloodshed.

I think the notion that the species can be improved in some way, that everyone could live in harmony, is a really dangerous idea. Those who are afflicted with this notion are the first ones to give up their souls, their freedom.

Your desire that it be that way will enslave you and make your life vacuous.

War is the Father of all things.

War waited for Man as he came into being.