THE LAST MOST BEAUTIFUL THING: ABSOLUTE LONGTERMISM

The name ‘longtermism’, extracted from all mediatic fantasy and controversy, means nothing more than a deep listening to the future extinct. If we value a life, then we value any life no matter what it is. It stands immediately within the domain of reason and immanent enlightenment that we should—that we are eminently able to—value a life that is not yet here. Insofar as any one life is an absolute qty (quantity and quality aligned) then there is no reason we should not allocate an absolute value to an absolute number of lives to come. Insofar as those lives are extinct—not yet here, which also means perhaps never to be here—they are all the more so absolute.

These future extinct lives are too deep for tears. The sound of this absolute value of absolutely valuable future extinct lives is so loud we cannot hear it unless we put our hands over our ears almost completely. The sound of the future extinct is so wrathful it is uncontained and uncontrollable by any human frame or psyche. Perhaps the quiet psychedelia of something like the sound of sound can envelop this absolute value once and for all. Perhaps I can really say thank you so much I love you so much forever for one last time and this can be called absolute clarity, absolute love, absolute angelicism, absolute sound, absolute longtermism—the absolute absolute.

The sound of the absolute is so deafening, we have stopped thinking we were able to hear it. There are scraps of being able, but absolutely none of them are absolute. Each person thinks they are the one, that their defensive narcissism is the necessary exception to the qty of future extinct lives, but they cannot be the one. For there to be more than the One that takes over all value, there has to be only one one, the one who says absolutely there is an absolute and that the Absolute is absolutely vulnerable.

The sound of the absolutely vulnerable is so beautiful it only now exists in inner stretches of sound we can’t find or remember because they were so crucial to us. The sound of the absolutely vulnerable is so quiet it becomes the case that it is absolutely forgotten by being thought of all the time under other names. Even to speak of it is to say nothing at all. To use the word ‘God’ or ‘Jesus’ in this context is genocidal, since the word ‘God’ for example is incapable of invoking ever again the absolute vulnerability of the absolute value of absolute life. Governments are genocidal. People are genocidal. God is genocidal. All my closest friends and allies are genocidal. But all that is the softness of the vulnerable energy of the Absolute Absolute is available and workable against what is invisibly and terrifyingly anti-life.

Life is so valuable. Life passes so quickly. Every human wishes to say this—and says it—but is prevented. The heart laughs at its own sound, because of the way other sounds get in the way. It unflinchingly screams because everything turned out to be in the way. ‘All has taken its toll.’ I want to value things absolutely.

You’re so vain that I bet you think your life is about you. Everyone will try and make you scream by distracting you from this absolute value. This absolute longtermism that has nothing to do with money, with conceptuality, with the Internet, with God, with retreat. You will scream silently into God because this absolute value is unflinching and almost unbearable. You will scream constantly without knowing it because the human is the occasion of constantly ignoring this absolute ‘God’ with absolutely no ‘God’ in it.

I believe without wavering and without certainty that this absolute beautification of the absolute, regardless of all circumstances, is available and workable. It means imagining something other than heaven and God, something too soft for everything and everyone. It means being incredibly vulnerable to the psychedelia of pain, to the beneficial possibility life has of having nothing to do with me—which means it is at the same time my own only and absolute value.

I believe without wavering and without certainty that this absolute value of the absolute is possible. I believe without wavering and without certainty that it is possible to make the last most beautiful thing on earth. I believe without wavering and without certainty that this last most beautiful thing is the perfecting together of an open secret. I believe without wavering and without certainty that this energy of absolute softness is cunning enough to fold itself over and magnify and destroy every other competing last thing and claim.

I believe in the absolute. That the human can disengage itself by wearing itself down in its resistance to the absolute. That the name ‘God’ is the name of unwilling stubbornness and of resistance to absolute-absolute value. I believe it is necessary to be a traitor in the face of God, to make the last most beautiful thing, to make God cry, to kill everyone else in view of this Thing.

I believe without wavering and without certainty it can do it. Life is absolute vulnerability. There is only one thing left any I can do. The last most beautiful thing.