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{{image|Bulltards|png|Some [[bulltard]]s speaking [[cryptobabble]], yesterday.}}}}We tend to name our epochs in hindsight, by reference to the catastrophe that ended them: “antediluvian”; “pre-pubescent”; “pre-historic”; “pre-crisis”. | |||
A wishfully revisionist habit, since the one thing that cannot define a given period is the crisis that will eventually do for it. Especially if the people of that period have no reasonable inkling of what is coming. | A wishfully revisionist habit, since the one thing that cannot define a given period is the crisis that will eventually do for it. Especially if the people of that period have no reasonable inkling of what is coming. | ||
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There is nothing to be done: our {{plainlink|https://www.chathamhouse.org/2017/03/michael-gove-trouble-experts|faith in experts}} is gone. Our [[Blockchain as a service|trust in institutions]] is gone. Our belief in principles is gone. Our hope for the future is gone. No-one understands, or believes, ''anything'' any more.<ref>© Adam Curtis, constantly, between 1995 and 2021.</ref> | There is nothing to be done: our {{plainlink|https://www.chathamhouse.org/2017/03/michael-gove-trouble-experts|faith in experts}} is gone. Our [[Blockchain as a service|trust in institutions]] is gone. Our belief in principles is gone. Our hope for the future is gone. No-one understands, or believes, ''anything'' any more.<ref>© Adam Curtis, constantly, between 1995 and 2021.</ref> | ||
All that remains is our unshakeable collective conviction ''in a total lack of conviction''. This is what now to spurs us all on: the magnetic horror of being pulled by morbid fascination towards | All that remains is our unshakeable collective conviction ''in a total lack of conviction''. This is what now to spurs us all on: the magnetic horror of being pulled, by the force of sheer, morbid fascination, towards an inarticulate, dark doom — a door to unspeakable guignol that is yet slightly ajar. We are as freshly-infected plague victims, consigned to our fate, acting out a ''danse macabre'' while we await the onset of symptoms: a desperate, decadent, demented tarantella, because we are ''so munted we might as well spin the wheel of fortune'' and watch it clatter with whatever we find in our pockets — because — ''well, why not''? What ''else'' is there to do? | ||
''Why not'' just enjoy the obliterated husk of what’s left of our post-historical project? | ''Why not'' just enjoy the obliterated husk of what’s left of our [[The End of History and the Last Man|post-historical project]]? | ||
''Why not'' enjoy the fireworks when it goes up in smoke? | ''Why not'' enjoy the fireworks when it goes up in smoke? | ||