Mr.Silenus,
I think you have updated the phraseology and if Schopenhauer were alive now he might have adopted some of that too ,he was after all a life long reader of scientific journals.
I think the crux of the matter is to distinguish between Will (with capital W) and will ( which is represented by an individual).Will cannot be annihilated.It is primal.However, individual manifestations of the Will can be.Its is the "will"which causes all suffering.
As Sartre says hell is other people.Sartre writes:
Then those blood-smeared walls, these swarms of flies, this reek of
shambles and the stifling heat, these empty streets and yonder god with his gashed face, and all
those creeping, half-human creatures beating their breasts in darkened rooms, and those shrieks,
those hideous, blood-curdling shrieks—can it be that Zeus and his Olympians delight in these?
ZEUS: Young man, do not sit in judgment on the gods. They have their secrets—and their
sorrows.
I am red as a flayed ox, these loathsome flies are swarming after me, and my heart is buzzing like an angry hive.
(Flies say) We'll suck the pus and matter from your
hearts.
Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. We shall be the staring eyes of the houses, The growls of the kenneled
mastiff baring his fangs as you go by, A drone of wings pulsing in high air, Sounds of the forest,
Whistlings, whinings, creakings, hissings, howlings. We shall be the darkness, The clotted
darkness of your souls. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. Heiah, heiah, heiahah! Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. We are
the flies, the suckers of pus, We shall have open house with you, We shall gather our food from
your mouths, And our light from the depths of your eyes. All your life we will be with you, Until
we turn you over to the worms. You write that you are working in a hotel .Well, I worked in one too a long,long time ago but the painful memories of that period are still with and never grant me a moment's respite:(
The flies ,as promised,are still with me,they are always with me.
Ecce Femina