Are we in love with the disaster? In some sense, we must be. It will give meaning to our lives, to the panic-flight of our lives. It will give meaning to our wailing, our dark prophecies and our dreadful underachievement. We want the disaster, we want nothing more …
The axe is falling. The axe is falling glittering from heaven. It's beautiful; it mesmerises, but still it is an axe; still it is fatal and its blow will destroy us all.
Let it fall on us first, we want to pray. Let us be first in line. But we, no doubt, will be among the last, and the last of the last. What would death want with us? Why would death want to sully its axe?
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