Seems pretty straighforward to me. We're all being endlessless gnawed by the insane and evil false god of this world, doomed to eternal torment without purpose or meaning.
I am rebelling against reason which, as reality is defined by the demiurge and all knowledge of the divine can only be had by transcendent and inherently irrational experience, is good and cool or something.
The demirgue is devouring the world spirt from the inside and wearing it's skin like a parasitic flatworm who's only drive is to be devoured by birds create more capital
The number of people who have independently or semi-independently arrived at this idea disturbs me greatly. Like, I'm happy to be in good company, but I also liked it better when I thought I was a total oddball weirdo because I thought capitalism, as a system, was a de facto evil god.