Philosophy of the Keexzus, No. 98: Why Wittgenstein Loves Metropolis

We are always already writing literary literature.

WE must distinguish the types of canvas in between times.

We are God creatures roaming free.

We are out to transform the World.

We must believe in a higher purpose than form, than compulsive thought systems and attachments. We must learn to see for the first time. It is the responsibility of the writer to unwed God from form. It is the responsibility of the writer to unearth and extract consciousness.

Explorers roam free.

We begin to unlock and free this particular thing from its cage, we begin to unlearn the conditioned language of perception. We begin to free ourselves. The congregation of something more begins now. We may begin to cultivate consciousness. 

This is why Wittgenstein loves Metropolis.

There is no language.

And for that we know this:

Love is the extinction of Time.