Let’s call nihilists our desert dwellers.
Notice that none of them say what they believe in, what they stand for, what they are willing to die and live for.
They have no personal philosophy, no convictions to share.
What they call their “philosophy” is anti-philosophy, the end of philosophy, the destruction of thinking - negation is their philosophy; all they do is undermine shovel destabilizing sand beneath what others have created, offering nothing in return for what they destroy and undermine, because nothing is all they have, nothing is what they are…nothing is their god.
What they’ve learned they’ve appropriated from others, from settlers, building upon the ground, making a living from the earth; pretending to be their friends, to care for them, gradually gaining their trust by wearing their clothes, eating their food, wearing their masks, bedding their women, one night they take everything from them and leave nothing behind, because nothing is all they have.
All they have is what they were told from their desert shaman leaders.
Desert gurus have trained them how to pitch tents on the shifting sands, on the deserts of the real, using nothing more than their foreskins.
They roam from dune to dune, congregating around watering holes, pleasure oasis, in makeshift foreskin encampments, sharing tales of the desert, superstitions, strategies of thieving from passing caravans or from settlements.
Newcomers to their lifestyle have not adopted the tradition of physical self-mutilation - markings of the “worthy ones” - but have tried to compensate for their late coming by mutilating their minds, lobotomizing their brains, declaring themselves of be more worthy than the ones that taught them how to self-mutilate and, like Gypsies, to wander from place to place, never settling, never claiming, never making a stand, only appropriating, corrupting destroying, warping, thieving, in order to negate what they can never belong to, what they can never be.
From Freud to Wittgenstein and from Marx to Marcus, the foreskin tent tribe’s undermine, slander, shame, seed doubt, destroy confidence, grinding stone and metal to dust, to fine sand…adding to the deserts of the real more shifting dunes to swallow up settlements and passing caravans in violent sand storms - burying all and everything beneath their shiftiness.
All is rendered meaningless, worthless, all is at an end, so as to produce the desired desperation that will make the world vulnerable to their god of nothingness.
They never say what they stand for, what they believe in, they never construct a world-view, they never offer an alternate philosophy, these nay-sayers, they only defer to their annihilation gurus, they only speak though them; debating what others shave said, never daring to say anything themselves - speaking in Magian tongues, language is rendered meaningless because meaning is unacceptable; magical words and symbols casting their spells over those they exploit with supernatural promises and surreal hopes.
Meaninglessness is how the masses are kept vulnerable to exploitation, lost in the desert, unable to find a footing and make a stand - desperate and isolated, as the vultures soar above calling down ideological salvations. Meaninglessness is opportunity and these desert tribes are opportunists.
They say they want to help, that they are interested in your well-being but they are not. All they do is stand in the way of anything that will produce stability, contentment, resolve, confidence.
Those who are lost, uncertain, unstable, desperate, miserable, are prime targets to be exploited in the name of non-exploitation - just like their hypocritical one-god is really the god of nil; nothing as god.
We have some of those bearing the mark of the worthy ones, the physically mutilated, but we mostly have those who have become lost in those sandstorms and have taken to desert life, mutilating their minds, marking themselves as more worthy.
