Hell

What the effort to nullify the past (disparaged as patriarchy and embodied in the figure of the dead white male) achieves is the replacement of culture by fashion.

When fashion rules so does perversion because the flaunting of perversion is the quickest way to establish uncommonness. This should explain why contemporary elites, who unlike the aristocrats of old do not inherit their distinction but must perforce affect a simulation of it, are such eager enlistees in the war against reality that is “progressive” thought.

The ravages of devaluing and demonizing the past, however, extend further.

When the present is everything, one exists only in the moment and only to the degree that one can gain the attention of the moment. To fail to do so is existential nullification, a fate worse than death.

The terror of being overlooked by the present drives both social media “addiction” and acts of random mass violence. Underlying both phenomena is a desperate striving for the attention of a capricious, overpowering, monstrously present present from which no distance is possible. That is what the dismantling of patriarchy really means: total subjection to the obscene vagaries of the present and the powerful, without the slightest hope of redemption. In the bad, old patriarchal days, they used to call this condition hell, but we emancipated postmoderns are bereft of even the means to name it.