It once seemed that every work of popular art contained a not so secret anagogical dimension, the open possibility of a mystical interpretation, if not directly then dialectically in reverse, but this understanding grew more and more strained as you were confronted with an avalanche of popular works which seemed demiurgical through and through - these pointed emphatically to a kind of absolute, even a kind of transcendence, but it was one wholly lacking in the 'pneumatic strain' - to put it in gnostic terms - the very distinctive flavour of super-mundane transcendence. This was a lack without even a dialectical seed. Something similar is evident in the currency of the 'simulation hypothesis' - this is after all a version of creationism, but one whose God is very much in the image of Zarathustra's Last Man. There is even a fear that if 'we' confirm this hypothesis then 'our' creator will delete the entire experiment - therefore it is better not to know. Again, a debased version of the Tree of Knowledge. Can the transcendental imagination become depressed? Can it fall into a black hole? Do we really have to go there, to the demiurgic Inferno of bad art, to find out?