The End of Dogma

Our fifth Dogma paper, our first overseas, we gave drunk, hopelessly drunk, and were almost completely incoherent. Only one person attended our sixth, so we went to the pub instead. For our seventh, we drank steadily through our paper, cracking open can after can …

The Dogmatist must always be drunk, that's the next rule, W. says. Drunk: yes, of course. We used to think drunkenness was what should follow thought, a successful performance of thought. But now we understand that it belongs to it. In the current madness, close to the end, who can bear the thoughts to be thought? Who can bear it – the coming end?

You have to drink, we agree. Drink to think and drink to present thought, the results of thought. It's a discipline, we decide. You have to start early and continue, steadily. We owe it to ourselves. No: we owe it to thought. And perhaps, for that reason, there will be no more papers. Perhaps, for the same reason, Dogma is always the end of Dogma, the sun crashing out of the sky.