Nihilism is about overturning the real.
Overturning by first lowering it to code, to be taken literally, with no relation to reality, using emotion as the guiding force.
Overturning and burying, out of sight, to build cathedrals, synagogues, mosques on the burial ground, claiming it as a foundation for its own Church of Nihilism.
Overturning it by assimilating the foreign by transmuting it into something in accordance with its idea(l), negating the real.
Its war against life has been one of duplicity, lies, pretences, words and games... insidiously wearing garments not of its own making, it imitates appearances outwardly, then denying their relevance, to destroy identity in those where it is not faked.
Its constant war against health and vigour has been one of redefining the illness it brings as “good tidings”, death as life, man as woman and woman as man, selling what it does not buy, buying what it does not dare sell.
Words upon words... it speaks as if it is saying something to clarify, to reveal, when it confuses and conceals further, exploiting vanity in others, to feed its own.
It practices philosophy as a religion of Abraham, demanding a sacrifice... in reason; a sacrifice to prove what it cannot.
It appropriates pagan gods converting them to its own saints, redefines thinkers that oppose it into allies in its defence, converting them into its apostles.
Its tactics are transparent, to all but the myriads who find the world unpleasant, and their existence too limiting. It manipulates these dissatisfactions, feeds them, guides them, preaching to the choir, it reconverts the faithful into new variations of its dis-ease.