It is indeed possible to think yourself to death. Thirty-five year old intellectual lone wolf Mitchell Heisman proved just that when he shot himself on the steps of Harvard Memorial Church in front of a tour group.
It is indeed possible to think yourself to death. Thirty-five year old intellectual lone wolf Mitchell Heisman proved just that when he shot himself on the steps of Harvard Memorial Church in front of a tour group. Before doing so, he left ample evidence of exactly how much thinking he did: 1,904 pages worth. Although the quick glance across the table of contents hints at his tome being nothing more than a handwritten phonebook of Mansonisms and Street Carnage comments, this “suicide note” has conversely earned favorable reviews here (and was unsurprisingly panned here).
You need a long breath before you dive into the manifesto, but once you do, you may start to realize that its not the raging, winding spew of psycho-babble you expected it to be, but an eerily calm, murk-free and deep pool of existential theory. For instance, some of the chapters’ titles — “Barack Obama: Supernigger,” “Normans & Nazis,” and “The Seditious Genius of the Spiritual Penis of Jesus” — sound like a complete waste of eyesight, but they are in fact, very engaging and thought provoking essays.
After skimming a hundred or so pages of Heisman’s Bible, I’ve come to the conclusion that this dude had not one romantic bone in his body. He was profoundly intelligent, yes, and looking at his picture, seemed to be capable of poking someone’s ass, but the guy put no faith in the surreal, and seemed determined to analyze and break down life until it had no choice but be a total bummer. That is no way to live. We all need spaced-out imaginations, cockamamie ideas, weirdo vibes and misguided adventures into irrational stupidity to keep ourselves sane. “Happiness and the absurd are two sons of the same earth. They are inseparable.”
Keep your dreams, fuckers.