Ben Santora
The Dark Ground
Elina Löwensohn — Nadja (1994)
The universe was dark before we named it, and will be darker still when we are done with our naming.
Light does not oppose the dark. It interrupts it — briefly.
Consciousness is perhaps the universe's least necessary experiment.
Progress: the magnificent story we tell ourselves while entropy waits, indifferent and exact.
The darkness requires no argument. It simply continues.
To call oneself a nihilist is still to care about the name. I prefer accuracy.
Every form is a temporary negotiation with formlessness. Formlessness ultimately wins every negotiation.
We were not extinguished. We were concluded.
Hope is the refusal to read the composition correctly — to insist on the light while ignoring the ratio of dark to light.
The cosmos does not know the word tragedy. That word is ours, and it will leave with us.
Shadow is not the absence of light. Light is the interruption of shadow. The difference is everything.
Meaning was always a local phenomenon — brief, provincial, and already fading at the edges.
What preceded us was silence. What follows will be the same silence, unaware of the interruption.
I am not pessimistic. I am proportionate.v
Structure does not resist entropy. It postpones it, briefly, and we call that postponement civilization.v
We lit the dark and called it history. The dark was not altered. The dark was not even watching.v
The star does not shine for you. It burns because burning is what stars do before they stop.
We speak of what we leave behind. As though the dark were a room that would remember the furniture.
Every philosophy that ends in comfort has stopped too soon.v
The atom does not grieve its dissolution. Only the arrangement does — briefly, and only while it can.v
We were not placed here. We happened here. The distinction is the whole of it.v
To call the universe indifferent is almost to flatter it. Indifference implies a subject doing the ignoring.
Extinction is not the opposite of existence. It is existence, completing itself.