It is unchanging. In a state of perpetual progression, the shadow of darkness which came with the industrial revolution is drawing back, forced away by the light of timeless rationality. The lies of the last two hundred years may have been attractive, but they are nothing compared to the lies of the last two centuries. Every illusion must pass through itself before becoming true. If, in this process, it is written down, it becomes true much more quickly.
Death is the spectacle of repression .
But meaning is an abstraction created by and for the justifications of the current power structure, the reality of a living death. The spectacular moment divides an illusionary past from a non-existent future. Each second spent remembering the past is a second which could have been used to construct the future. The destruction of the master narrative and the continuities it represents is the rightful demand of all those who demand the destruction of the master narrative and the continuities it represents. The system atic extremism of this philosophy is not a cure for boredom.