Let chaos come, death is our only certainty, we have always known that we are going to die, no matter when, no matter where and how it does not matter. Eternal life is meaningless, eternity is not life, only death is the repose to which we aspire, life and death are linked, those who demand something else ask for the impossible and will only get smoke as a reward. We who do not content ourselves with words, we consent to disappear forever and we consider ourselves fortunate not to survive anywhere. I did not choose to be born, life was imposed on me, life full of worries and sorrows and troublesome joys. That a man is happy, what shows? Happiness is a particular case and we observe only the laws of genus, we reason from them, on them we meditate and deepen, we despise whoever seeks the miracle and we are not avid for ecstasy, our evidence is enough for us and our superiority is not found elsewhere.
When humans know there is no choice but death, they will bless those who kill them, so they do not have to kill themselves, make all our problems insoluble and with new problems adding incessantly, It will be necessary that the horror of living in which we are consumed is exhausted and that the destitution ends criminal optimism, which seems to me the shame of these times. Well, the prosperity of rich countries will not last forever, in a world that is sinking into absolute misery and because it is too late to get them out of there they will have no choice but to exterminate the poor, or to be poor in turn, they themselves will no longer avoid chaos and death, so no matter how hard they try, they will only come to horror.
I do not believe in the future anymore, our descendants must recover from the chaos in which we are going to disappear, I hate this world full of human insects and those who swear that these are human beings, they lie, the mass has never been of men but of condemned people, and from when a sleepwalking automaton must be my neighbor, if this should be my neighbor I say that my neighbor does not exist, and my duty is to not be like him at all.
Once people are persuaded that their children will be more unhappy than their parents and that their grandchildren will be even more unhappy, once they are persuaded that science will not work miracles and that heaven is as empty as its purse and that all religions are reviewed by fashions and that all religious are impostors and that all the rulers are stupid and that all policies are impotent, then they will opt for desperation. Without despair men will never consent to become sterile, women less still, it is the optimism that kills us, and optimism is the biggest mistake. Even those who want to depopulate the world before it’s too late, Do not dare to speak openly about this need and that is why nobody denounces the causes of chaos and points to the inevitable consequences of overpopulation.
The only remedy to end poverty is sterility, you should not tolerate more than families without children. Our intellectuals and religious know nothing but talk and lie, none dreams of rethinking the world, everyone wants to make a career and admires the art with which they use each other without ever hurting the conveniences, we become more and more conservative, our revolutions are purely verbal, we only change the words to have the feeling that we change things. We are afraid of all change and fear of ourselves. We oppose nothing and we tolerate everything, it is the triumph of mediocrity.
The world can no longer be saved, the idea of salvation is no more than a false idea, we must pay for our innumerable errors, it is too late to repair anything, the time for reforms has expired, the happiest will die fighting and the most miserable will die piled up in the depths of caves or in bonfires, the world will be no more than a place of pain where the purest among men will have no choice but to kill each other so as not to despise themselves, the final chaos will come sooner than you think, from one day to the next we will be thrown to the precipice and from there we will wake up only to feel that we die and then we will see what the conquerors of the new world saw, when at their arrival entire tribes threw themselves from the top of the mountains to evade the horror of inevitable slavery thus deceiving death with death itself.
We are going toward the final catastrophe and the world is full of people who want to stop the imposed order, an order increasingly absurd, the public order. The order is awarded its death because it is increasingly chaotic and increasingly devoid of reasons to be, public order is criminal, the order we serve needs producers and consumers, not whole men. The whole men bother it. But man is not here on earth to produce and consume, it is about being and feeling that one exists! The rest lowers us to the level of the ants.
We refuse to be social insects to which fashionable ideologies condemn us, we prefer chaos and death, and we know that it is already underway, while the ideologies boast of establishing paradise lost on earth, we will find ourselves on the grave of the masses of perdition. Religions are the cancers of the human species, they are pests and the powers that support them are conspiracies of poisoners, our spirituality is nothing more than a masturbation of our mental faculties. The common man is more and more indifferent, he feels satisfied while the entertainment industry offers him the appearances of happiness even if they are temporary.
From now on we will need all our resources if we want to recreate the world. A world where man is the only owner of his life and death. To renew the world catastrophe is necessary, catastrophe is desirable, if the world is not renewed the world must disappear with the man who infects it. We can not change our cities except by annihilating them even with all the men inside, and the time will come when we will applaud this holocaust, when men know that the only remedy is death they will bless those who kill them so they do not have to kill themselves, and the survivors of the next destruction will call the world inverted to the world we inhabit now, a world that is increasingly absurd.
Albert Caraco (Le Bréviaire du Chaos)