A Destruction and A Discussion

Before we go any further, let us get something out of the way.



There. Now that that's been established, we can move on to other matters. To be precise, we can move on to what I wish to talk about today.

I want to talk about history. History is a problem. It burdens us with that that has happened, cutting away our possibilities and constraining our options. It is like a great stone that each of us carry around on our backs each day, a stone that gets heavier with each passing day, weighing us down, keeping us on the earth.

It will, clearly, have to go.

There have been some work in this general area before, but it has been vastly insufficient. Mr. Fukuyama's 1992 effort was laudable, but it is not enough to simply cease adding to history. History is too much of an oppressive force already, even if we were to cease production at this moment we would still have to deal with the vast amounts we already have. And, of course, Fukuyama failed to end history - if anything the period between 1992 and the present day has produced more history than any other period known. Then there is the work of Mr. Illig and colleagues, engaged in the project of reducing the amount of history. This too is laudable, but ultimately too little. Are we too be satisfied with the slightest yielding of our load, with the removal of a lean two hundred years? Are our yearnings from freedom so easily sated?

No! I say no! We will be satisfied with nothing less than the complete shattering of history, the sweeping away of the record and the destruction of the engines of it's creation. Only then will we be free to be, to create, the live our lives without the tyranny of the past breathing down our necks.

But how? Well, I have a plan. A clever plan, a complex one, a large one, one so daring that only an Argentinian* could've imagined it. You see, I intend to create an poison, a virus that I will insert right into the heart of history itself. But what kind of virus could infect history itself? Why nothing less than a bit of alternate history. I intend to create a event. A bit of history that I will slip into the past itself through the clever application of sympathetic magic, carefully formed praxi, and surrealist techniques. A bit of history who's implications will be so undeniable once it has been created that the entirety of history will warp and deform around it, rippling forward and backwards through the entire collection, an event that the stress of integration will ultimately rip apart the entire construction.

Towards this end I have established the Ezra Buckley Foundation, an open membership group for the development of this project and I invite you to join me in my struggle. It will be a hard fight, and there will be those who will try to stop us. But when the day comes, and your children you what part you played in the great events to come, you will be able to not tell them.

So come! Join me! And together we will destroy the greatest clock of all! Forgot the future! Join me and we shall fight the past!