MANIFESTO: THIS IS THE END OF PHILOSOPHY
For "The Last Existential Crisis"
"You wrote a lot, but I'm not sure what you're actually saying."
That's some feedback I got this weekend. This Substack series began too airy, too open. Not sharp enough. Some people want something CONCRETE. Something SOLID. Something to GRAB ONTO. Here goes it—
In an ocean of books, why should you care about this one? Because:
THIS IS THE LAST PHILOSOPHY BOOK YOU EVER NEED TO READ.
Yes—you heard that right.
For thousands of years, humanity has been asking the same VEXED QUESTION. That 3am moment in the mirror: "Who am I, really?"
It comes in a thousand disguises:
Why do I want to live a life I won't regret?
Why does my happiness still feel incomplete?
What is this restlessness that won't go away?
Why do I feel fake even when I'm being real?
Why do I want to be seen so badly—and hide just as badly?
What if I've built my life on something I never really chose?
Who am I trying to become?
Every philosophy, every theoretical system, every self-help book, every therapy session—ALL OF IT—has been wrestling with variations of the same fundamental question that refuses to let us go. We've built libraries full of answers. Entire civilizations of thought. Mountains of words upon words upon words.
All futile.
All missing the point…
“THE LAST EXISTENTIAL CRISIS” IS THE FINAL SYNTHESIS.
The culmination of everything that has been written across millennia. The END of philosophy as we know it.
No matter the stances:
Conservative or revolutionary
Left-wing or right-wing
Atheist or religious fundamentalist
Capitalist or communist
Antinatalist or natalist
Realist or idealist
Optimist or pessimist
Individualist or collectivist
Rationalist or spiritualist
Stoic or hedonist
Humanist or posthumanist
It doesn't matter. This is where ALL roads lead. This is where all questions converge. This is where philosophy becomes the Ouroboros that eats its own tail and discovers the fumes at its mouth.
In short:
EVERYTHING IS CORRESPONDENCE.
Not answers. Not frameworks. Not a performance. Not a theory of forms. Not an absolute system. Not academic jargon. CORRESPONDENCE.
The end of philosophy is not another philosophy. It's the recognition that we were never solving problems to begin with. We were always in conversation. With ourselves. With each other. With the Vexed Questions. With—most of all—what we cannot name.
What happens at the end of philosophy?
All words fall into silence and implode into glossolalia.
Every exposition and proposition meets its reckoning, as it does in the following:
The moment when meaning becomes too much for language.
When jazz pianists grunt and convulse because music exceeds words.
When mystics babble incoherently because they've touched the infinite.
When lovers dissolve into wordless moans.
When "AH!" and "OH!" become more truthful than any argument.
When all philosophical systems collapse into aphasia.
And there—THERE—something better begins. Something wiser. Something fuller. Something less futile. Not that brittle weapon called ‘philosophy’.
CORRESPONDENCE begins.
In this way, “THE LAST EXISTENTIAL CRISIS” is not just another book to add to your shelf or device.
Rather, it is a book which—I will say this shamelessly and ecstatically—renders all philosophy, all systematic theory, all self-help: UNNECESSARY.
This is the END (OF PHILOSOPHY).
And the BEGINNING (OF SOMETHING FAR MORE ALIVE).
The Last Existential Crisis is coming 2025. This Substack will share exclusive excerpts, behind-the-scenes insights, and ongoing correspondence about what it means to be human in an age of infinite, lossy answers. → HERE IS THE MANIFESTO ^.