O goddesses, prophets, leaders, schools of thought, beliefs, and teachings... O objects and creatures - all objects and creatures... How little your beauty is and how miserable your fate would be if not for the lies that give you all your beauty and all your luck.
Abdullah al-Qasemi
For the Happy Melancholic, he has hobbies to distract himself while waiting for his eternal salvation, the hour of his liberation from this diseased world. Our friend is a passive being who accomplishes nothing worthy of mention or perpetuation in the rich records of humanity. He does not declare war except on the wind, does not promise reform, does not think of the future of future generations, does not hope for a better tomorrow, does not smoke a pipe fragrant with social justice, does not decorate his neck with a scarf embroidered with universal poetry, does not cover his head with a hat lined with dangerous ideas, nor does he ever talk with important words...
His favourite hobby and pastime are to spy on the world through holes he created in the walls of his existential burrow. He has no purpose in doing so other than to enjoy watching the fires that erupt from time to time in the theatre of the hollowed-out world.
The happy misanthrope doesn't prefer to light candles nor does he want to burn to illuminate the way, for he neither curses nor hates darkness. Instead, within our subject lies an ardent desire to see darkness looming in every corner. He would like to witness the day when this pale blue dot - our mother earth - extinguishes forever and is replaced by dazzling darkness and profound cosmic silence, occasionally shattered by a piercing star or the explosion of a celestial body.
The universe will continue to operate according to its own logic, indifferent to the nonsense that humans have written in their attempt to understand, interpret, and control its laws. The human - that leprous being, a scourge on the earth - was not content with digging into this poor planet, but has also been searching for life's potential beyond it, hoping to establish a foothold on another asteroid and spread like a malignant tumour.
The Happy Melancholic spends his days stealing glances at the great horrors committed in the human barn, where everyone struggles and their legs are immersed in toxic water, unconcerned with the state of the weather or the corruption of the air.
They fight until their fate is to be engulfed in the mire, and their putrefying bodies pile up so that their heirs can build other structures atop them, using the skulls of their fathers as building blocks to continue the march of destruction. The human species has not learned from its ugly history, which the wise Emil Cioran considered nothing but a repetition of disasters waiting for the final catastrophe.
A penetrating apocalyptic view like this summarizes the history of the world and exposes it to all the idealistic interpretations woven by the surgeons of human nature's cosmetic surgery and the makers of plastic smiling masks.
The Happy Melancholic looks at the optimists and makers of hope with a mocking and amazed sneer at their unique ability to ignore the inherent corruption that prevails in human nature, wondering at their insistence on reform, restoration, embellishment and decoration.
They make life a high value that deserves struggle, exhaustion, and suffering. Our author previously said that the damage is enormous, and its reparation is now obscured from view. The writer of the book of Ecclesiastes, attributed to King Solomon of Israel, warned of this existential truth thousands of years ago when he said, 'I have seen all the works which have been done under the sun, and behold, all is vanity and striving after wind.; What is crooked cannot be straightened and what is lacking cannot be counted.' (Ecclesiastes, Chapter 1).
Attempts at reform and the flourishing of hopeful narratives are nothing but signs of decay and a deficiency in our adherence to humane conditions. The highest achievement of the human mind is what we have labelled as the "will to oblivion", that will which challenges the "will to life" imposed on us biologically in order to preserve the species.
The only possible revolution in this case is a revolution against our biological programming, destroying the plans of the blind natural system, abandoning the illusions of genetic immortality, and refusing to pass on suffering to future generations. Anything else is nothing more than a contribution to the continuation of the disgrace/affliction we call "life".
The idea of voluntary annihilation, the assertion of the superiority of nothingness over existence, and the recognition of the absurdity of human presence in the universe and the descent into the corruption of human nature, are authentic existential principles in attempting to understand the human condition. These statements have governed the representations of many nihilistic souls throughout the history of thought.
Those souls who have said "no" to a meaningless life, called for an end to the absurdity by rejecting human reproduction and advocating for boycotting procreation, so that our species may gracefully experience annihilation without nuclear wars or epic battles, as promoted by adherents of Abrahamic monotheistic narratives (Armageddon/The Great Epic/Apocalypse Revelation of John the Theologian).
Previous parts
The Happy Melancholic Part 1: How Can the Melancholy Endure Their Stay in the World?
The Happy Melancholic Part 2: Existence is a Burden: the Meditations of an Absurd Being
The Happy Melancholic Part 3: About the Genealogy of Evil
The Happy Melancholic Part 4: A Man Who Does Not Know And Knows That He Does Not Know
The Happy Melancholic Part 5: Retiring from Sedition
The Happy Melancholic Part 6: Manifesto of the Happy Death