Cats and Weather

I went to bed at ten. But Pop's phone call woke me at twelve. Then I learn that it is raining, lightly, drizzling really. I am still trying to get the cats inside. So far, I've only succeeded with Ash. Both Coco and Sammy are on the patio, but they do not want to be domiciled. There is no food out there; I should get them before too long.

Conspiracy Against the Human Race

In this quotation, we see the notion of human consciousness as an evolutionary mistake - to be meaning-seeking in a meaningless universe.

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A breach in the very unity of life, a biological paradox, an abomination, an absurdity, an exaggeration of disastrous nature. Life had overshot its target, blowing itself apart. A species had been armed too heavily - a spirit made almighty without, but equally a menace to its own well-being. Its weapon was like a sword without hilt or plate, a two-edged blade cleaving everything; but he who is to wield it must grasp the blade and turn one edge toward himself.

Despite his new eyes, man was still rooted in matter, his soul spun into it and subordinated to its blind laws. And yet he could see matter as a stranger, compare himself to all phenomena, see through and locate his vital processes. He comes to nature as an unbidden guest, in vain extending his arms to beg conciliation with his maker. Nature answers no more; it performed a miracle with man, but later did not know him. He has lost the right of residence in the universe, has eaten from the Tree of Knowledge and been expelled from Paradise. He is mighty in the near world, but curses his might as purchased with his harmony of soul, his innocence, his inner peace in life’s embrace.

-- Peter Wessel Zapffe, “The Last Messiah”

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As Ligotti concludes, "This is the tragedy: Consciousness has forced us into the paradoxical position of striving to be unself-conscious of what we are - hunks of spoiling flesh on disintegrating bones."

[Source: Thomas Ligotti, “The Conspiracy Against the Human Race”]