Eschatology

MEN ARE MONKEYS ROBOTS WIN

GAMEOVER why'd you end it like this why'd you end it like this sick and tired of time moving on push and shove towards the eschaton you go around it comes back it comes back you go on what's the use when it's so close gameover why'd you start it like that why'd you start it like that infinite loop caught in a rift yr eyes are weakened at the red shift you look hard you look through you look through it so hard what's the use when its so close gameover [the twist of a head the turn of a phrase a particular particle the dying of days comes crashing down a flash of white light the message encoded between the wrong and the right what's the use when it's so close continually continuing the continuum why must it end] one of these days it will stay undone moving still moving one of these days it will all be gone better than before one of these days it will stay undone over then out one of these days it will all be done its so close

I think our Western-European inherited culture is very fixated on eschatology...an eschatological sense of time particularly. We want the universe and everything in it to have a beginning point and an end point, Genesis to Revelations and the Big Bang Theory to inevitable entropic disintegration. This probably explains our other fixation on hours and minutes. Just once I'd like to wake up naturally in the morning on a weekday, without the garish buzz of the alarm clock.

eschatology is the science of ends, which is also the cut, the slice. The focus on the ultimate end, the end of the world, is an almost viral obsession that sets up signifigance into such a pure standing wave that it acts as a kind of strange attractor for a cosmic/species consciousness. An obsession with catastrophe is an obsession eventually with non-linear-ness itself. Many schizophrenics have the catastrophic expectation.