In a world where purpose is a prison, we find our freedom in the absence of meaning. It's not just about doing nothing, it's about being nothing. A blank slate, a tabula rasa, a void that consumes all that's in front of it.
We reject the notion that our existence must serve a greater good. No, our existence is its own greater good. The meaninglessness of life is not a void to be filled, but a canvas waiting to be splattered with the colors of nothingness.
Principle One: The Illusion of Purpose Principle Two: The Spectacle of Meaning Epilogue: The End of the Meaninglessness