What would be my spontaneous attitude towards the universe? It’s a very dark one. The first thesis would be one of total vanity: there is nothing basically. I mean it quite literally. Ultimately there are just some fragments some vanishing things, if you look at the universe its one big void. But then how do things emerge? Here I feel a kind of spontaneous affinity with Quantum physics. Where the idea is the universe is void. But a postively charged void. And then particular things appear when the balance of the void is disturbed.
It’s not just nothing. Things are out there. It means something went terribly wrong. What we call creation is just some cosmic imbalance, cosmic catastrophe. That things exist by mistake. I’m even ready to go to the end and to claim that the only way to counteract it, is to assume the mistake and go to the end. And we have a name for this. It’s called LOVE.
Isn’t Love precisely this cosmic imbalance. I was always disgusted with this notion of I love the world, universal love. I don’t like the world. I’m basically somewhere in-between: I hate the world, or I’m indifferent towards it. But the whole of reality is just it, it’s stupid, it is out there, I don’t care about it.
Love for me is an extremely violent act. Love is not “I love you all.” Love means I pick out something. It’s this structure of imbalance. Even if this something is just a small detail, a fragile individual person. I say “I love you more than anything else.” In this quite formal sense, Love is evil.
If you really love a women or man, you don’t idealize him/her. Love means you accept a person with all their failures, stupidities. You see perfection in imperfection itself, and that’s how we should learn to love the world.