This is because, other than the Blind Idiot God, there’s the Forthcoming One, the thermodynamical miracle destined to (or rather, that might fortuitously) become the ultimate entropy reducing machine. Art, philosophy, science (in no particular order), mysticism, even serendipity, adventure, lovemaking (not necessarily reproductive), virtue… Are all aspects of this Forthcoming One, precisely those aspects which, from the point of view of the Blind Idiot God, are nothing but wasteful and dysfunctional mutations. In the most ruinous hour, when one dwells in the wasteland of meaning, which was finally opened up by modernity in the days when the skies shattered (recall Nietzsche’s: “Since Copernicus man is rolling from the center toward x”), and lives to tell the unspeakable, then one sees that he is either flesh for the Forthcoming God, or else, nothing at all, or very close to it, like rocks and nebulae.
This is because, other than the Blind Idiot God, there’s the Forthcoming One, the thermodynamical miracle destined to (or rather, that might fortuitously) become the ultimate entropy reducing machine. Art, philosophy, science (in no particular order), mysticism, even serendipity, adventure, lovemaking (not necessarily reproductive), virtue… Are all aspects of this Forthcoming One, precisely those aspects which, from the point of view of the Blind Idiot God, are nothing but wasteful and dysfunctional mutations. In the most ruinous hour, when one dwells in the wasteland of meaning, which was finally opened up by modernity in the days when the skies shattered (recall Nietzsche’s: “Since Copernicus man is rolling from the center toward x”), and lives to tell the unspeakable, then one sees that he is either flesh for the Forthcoming God, or else, nothing at all, or very close to it, like rocks and nebulae.