I am developing a strange hatred for the philosophical tradition - of German Idealism in particular.  Hegel, Kant, Nietzsche, Schelling - they are liars.    Their whole milieu represents an evil Faustian bargain, a disgusting assault on the divine - hubris.   I hate that I am infected by their immanence and their dialectics, the ghastly overdevelopment of ratiocination aiming to devour all of reality in a maw of astral intensities seeking dissolution.   They are even worse that the 20th century French tradition that represents their decadence.   I hate all of it - consistency just as much as inconsistency, affirmation of reason as much as of libido.   I feel its black infection coursing through my veins mixed with my authentic blood, weakening me, causing my skull to grow so that it is too heavy for me to carry.   The closer I come to a coherent standpoint of my own .... I do not have words for the disgust; it is indescribable.  It is all falsehood.  Vast caverns of dense, cerebral nothingness-words obscuring a contingent, all-too-human decision so insignificant that were it to be revealed for what it is in the light of day the caverns would collapse in on themselves opening up giant pocks on the terrestrial surface.


Fervor is in principle analysis, the detachment of items from a greater whole.  Majesty is the complementary operation: the assertion of a new whole. 


Fervor represents thought's capacity as a stepwise activity.  When one follows through, executes, applies the principles arrived at by catharsis - new necessities appear.  And in principle the new necessities are able to undermine the very principles that made them visible.  This can't happen on its own, though - it requires a procedure.   The exercise of the reasoning faculty, a sort of invisible muscle, is required - and this activity includes affective and ethical components.   With fervor the line between thought and life is very thin, in part because it makes use of aspects of them both that we do not yet understand  


These are opposite extremes, and yet they seem so strangely isomorphic.   Each represents the death of desire - not just yearning but an entire paradigm, a telos.   Orgasm has had its fill, while sublimation renounces and transforms.   Surely they have nothing in common?  One is a release and another is a new quality of tension.   But it isn't so clear.   Especially in the case of new cultural forms


It is easy to associate Fervor with the drive and Catharsis with desire.  Catharsis aim at a not-yet, an ultimate payoff.  Fervor kicks down the old, the weak, renounces.   If we strip away the mountains of technical language one can employ for these things:  Catharsis makes its way to the sexual act, while Fervor consummates and finishes.   Fervor desacralizes, rapacious and cruel, but no less true.  Fervor: to be finished.    And thereby to be freed from a mandate, available to new horizons


Force climbs up jaws that are made of teeth.  Force reaches out to the wind and ties together the incompossible.  Force assassinates.  The truth of force is always assassination.  Force is merciless, even in its holiness.   Force desacralizes.  It lays waste to everything, even the most secure foundations.  This is just one kind of truth - one of four.  There are four Cardinals of Truth:  Ascesis, Catharsis, Force and Power.  How much confusion has there been over the nature of truth?  But there is not one truth, nor are there two.  There are four.  And force is perhaps the form of truth that reigns supreme in 2016 - at least in some sectors of the world.   The thing about the four cardinals - about force - is that they ought to be coordinated.  Force does not mean very much on its own.  It can mean something, to a degree, for a while, for certain people.   Take the example of an underground music scene.  There is something about these areas where new, as-yet-unnamed styles are forming - in unmarked spaces, basements, warehouses.  But the value is always fleeting.  It is always tragic - it always comes to a tragic end.  Is that the most we can expect?  Couldn't the four cardinals be coordinated?  Ascesis:  the truth of ego-death.  Catharsis: the truth of compression or ultimate expression.  Force:  illegal truth.  Power:  the truth of the master.  There seems to be a promise of the possibility of coordination between these four Cardinals

[at the time of this post, and the preceding one, Fervor was named Force]


Rational secularism, Cartesian subjectivity, the fruits of the western tradition of christendom, science and so on.  This is the same force that allows for artistic avant gardes and new political subjectivities to break ground.  Force is always inspired, but always subtractive, always hysterical.  Force will always seem illegal, impossible, immoral, uncultivated - but only at first.  The product of force is always incorporated eventually.  That is party of what distinguishes FORCE from ASCESIS.  ASCESIS turns around a paradox that is never resolved and is not new.  FORCE turns around new paradoxes that are temporary