‘There is an archaic Gnostic theory that our universe was not…uh…perfectly created, that the god who reportedly created everything out of nothing exhibited passive-aggressive tendencies and let his lethargic attitude cripple his magnum opus; sloth not salvation. So, from this aforementioned viewpoint our world remains the half-finished project of an idiot savant and so on. Nothing is fully realized due to the proverbial holes that scatter the landscape of creation, this is masterly compounded on in Marx’s German Ideology where he deals with the Being in its purest form, separated from the becoming and dealing with empirical development on an unprecedented level…’

An internal struggle raged inside the mind of noted Slovenian philosopher Slavoj Žižek, not because he entered a portal that frankly defied the laws of reality mind you…that fact is just arbitrary; he is a philosopher so it is in his rather perverted nature to have a debate over every diametrical choice that life seemed to throw his way. Žižek is the kind of person that would seriously have an in-depth debate over whether he should choose paper or plastic grocery bags; oh, wait he did and it shut down Slovenian Wal-Mart’s express checkout lane for days…weeks even. In the end he chose plastic as paper was never even an option in the first place. 

After a long period of time lost in thought about this current conundrum, the struggle eventually ceased and a relative “calm” returned to the Marxist’s mind; he stroked his disheveled beard as he stared awkwardly at the hodge-podge collection of characters.

“The Vanguard…uh…collectively rises and so on” he proclaimed in pseudo-whisper that would have been rather ominous if not for his thick accent and frequent pauses.