Me: I want an ibuprofen for life. Where's the existential anti-inflammatory?
Rando of Nowhersus: It's called heroin.
Nietzsche: The very notion that life can be de-inflamed should set your will afire.
Rando of Nowhersus: Mm nope, I'm pretty sure heroin can do it.
Badiou: You must recognize the evental nature of your desire and achieve true subjectivity not by seeking an ibuprofen of life, but an aspirin of hope!
Rando of Nowhersus: Can I trade that aspirin for heroin?
Badiou: ... You need a procedure for the trade.
Nietzsche: Sick burn!
Badiou: Shut up, Friedrich.
Kant: Heyo, Rando, over here. I got the stuff you're looking for.
Rando of Nowheresus: Oh yeah?
Kant: Yeah man, it's imperative you check this shite out. It's so categorical, you're gonna transcend, man. You're gonna transcend.
Rando of Nowheresus: Goddamn it, Kant.
Huxley: *reaches for Kant's categorial imperative.
Kant: *slaps Huxley's hand away.
Me: What on earth is going on?