“Heterogeneous and homogeneous are both integrated now,” uttered the postmodernist, in pure contempt. I sit upon the tallest icicle this world has ever seen — and it pierceth not my ass!
Why, only yesterday, I decided on my own free will to revel in the wondrous integration of heterogeneous and homogeneous elements! I said to my boss, “Hey boss, check out my desk upon which you will find the most gorgeous little turd, which is to be considered my contribution instead of working for the next few hours!” (The heterogeneous of Georges Bataille‘s theory is “shit”. I kid you not. It’s also lumpen proles who, when assimilated, become levers of fascism.)
The boss was very pleased with this initiative. He, too, pronounced that everything heterogeneous was now assimilated to the realm of the homogeneous, and that he could clearly see my point of view.
Today I fester in a lunatic asylum, having confirmed that the postmodernist perspective on things is correct. Homogeneous and heterogeneous are perfectly assimilated, at least in my mind. I haven’t been thrown out of homogeneous society for my transgressions, because we have moved beyond the point in culture when transgression had any meaning!
Actually this lunatic asylum is just another work centre, and feels the same.
FREE.
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