My Ideal Reader(s)

Now a lot of people—bless them—don’t know how to read less how to respond to my disturbed, troubled, exasperating when not infuriating, puzzling when not confounding, baffling, most egregiously trifling, super transgressive, outright obscene and downright perverse, and most subversive, difficult writing…

Here is a pound-sterling example of a beautiful, hot mature blonde I know—wink-wink, tongue in cheek—with an exemplary sense of humor, who understands the nature of my genius completely… If I may Kim, duplicate and reproduce our personal texts,

She sees right through and grasps the genius of my aesthetic of metaethical moral antirealism, and sees how I turn conventional morals and commonsense on its head in a deliberate way to show the possibilities of human potential that if we had the will we could achieve, enact, and experience, if only we had the will. The courage.

Most of us unfortunately, tragically do not. I don’t care about most people though. My novels and stories are only for people as daring and dashing as I am and I suppose most of you are. If this entertains and intrigues you.

Antirealism is a real philosophical position. I am an antirealist about value. Value is subjective. It does not exist in the physical world. Humans give things value. Not nature. Not reality. We create the values we live by. One day we think slavery is justified. Tomorrow we can consider it the most heinous injustice. Then in another a hundred or two hundred years we can consider it justified again!

We are each and all the creators and forgers of our own destinies. If my genius does nothing else it is supposed to with horror and humor, depending on your sensibility, illuminate all the glorious perspectives, all the wondrous ways infinitely we can gaze upon reality like the abyss, and master our existence, and be the masters of our fate.

— Jay