I have determined my ISM.
I know what you think: nihilism, atheism, done! But no — too easy. If I was really a nihilist I would not care what any of you think. I would not care to think, ha! More to the point — I would not care to write. Because you see writing is an indelibly optimistic gesture, no matter how dark the content or how despairing the sentiment. The act of attempting to communicate, and of preserving one’s thoughts for posterity, negates the despair, commands the light. I am not a light-hearted person by nature or philosophy, but even I cannot argue with logical structure. If that was so I’d be out there trying to unstraighten Haussmann’s avenues, or categorizing numbered propositions as nonsense. No, I do care, and things do matter, so I cannot embrace nihilism, despite its surface elegance.
And as for atheism — well, come ON. Just look at my BILLING address. I don’t know about parts north, I’ve heard rumors of clouds and harp players, but never seen any myself. And anyway, harp players? You want real music, check the bluegrass chops down here. Srsly, Georgia’s got nothing on El Diablo, despite that song.
Yes, my ISM: I am a Catholick Diabolist. I hardly need explain the devil. I am of course catholic in my interests, and my media. As for the Church; well, if you’re going in for that sort of thing, might as well go right to the source. Once you start in with revisionism you’ll wind up ex nihilo soon enough.
