Saturday 27 January 2018

Finding Our Feet in a Groundless Age

Our present age is constantly asking questions, and the present establishment has found itself without the tools to provide answers. When such answers are attempted, they amount to nothing but half-formed abstractions and shallow doctrines, rooted supposedly in reason and liberty but which in reality find a home in the passing pleasures and fancies of an intellectual fantasy. Perhaps you have no coherent identity? Perhaps you had one and lost it? It's alright, because the present age can offer you a new one for free, by allowing yourself to be defined by your job, your sexuality, your physical appearance, or just about anything which surrounds your own personal needs and neglects viewing the wider context of a civilisation. When the loosely-tied mask of your new persona inevitably slips off, you can quite easily find another one, and the solutions to the problems of life suddenly appear all the more easy to fulfil: simply repeat the process of wearing your free, culturally contrived mask until it falls off, before finding another, until eventually your short flash-in-the-pan of eternity which we call human existence disappears down the drainpipe of history. 

Most people will continue to seek new masks, because the mask-sellers are everywhere to be found, and looking beyond the market square of Western life is a dangerous pursuit; there are no merchants to be found there, only the dogged and the persistent who have the confidence to seek their own path and fend for themselves. It is not safe out there. However, those beyond the market stall can see what those wearing the masks cannot: obscured by the limited vision afforded by their personae, the majority cannot see that their entire world, the market square of modernity, is resting on increasingly shaky ground. Beneath their feet lies a pane of glass which is beginning to weaken and crack with every passing moment that it bears the weight of this crisis of individualism. It would not be such a bad thing if there was solid ground beneath the glass - but there is not. Those of us who stand outside, where the ground is rough but firmer, point and shout, trying to warn the grand masquerade of their impending doom, for there is little else but oblivion beyond the glass. They laugh, and invite us to wear a mask as well, oblivious of the danger. The glass is sure to shatter soon, and when it does there is little hope for those who still rely upon it for support. We live in a groundless age where the majority of individuals know not that it is by sheer luck that they are still floating. 

 Reflections on the Revolution in Europe is dedicated to exploring the reasons why this situation has come about. As any astute reader will realise from the title, it is primarily focussed upon the European situation, but its content applies no less to the European diaspora present in the Americas. The present age is sick, and Reflections is a fairly newly trained doctor attempting to administer to it. It is hard to say at this point whether the patient is beyond cure, and our purpose is merely to alleviate its suffering, or whether there is a chance of recovery. Either way, many of the predictions of those who witnessed the results of similar degeneration in the past are coming to fruit. Oswald Spengler's The Decline of the West represents a particularly poignant description of the sort of times that our generation is headed towards. With the help of Spengler and those of his mindset from both the distant past and the present, perhaps the sharp-witted doctor may be able to do some good, even if it is fleeting. 

Our remedy is complex and founded in philosophies which the world has forgot. One may describe the aesthetic of this record to be revolutionary conservative, since no conservative worth his salt in the present age could say that he was satisfied with modernity. If revolution, be it violent or maliciously silent, is the tool of the liberal and the socialist in overturning the order they despise, then the conservative must be unafraid to join them in bringing about his political and social ends. We are Catholic, and anti-Vatican II traditionalist and orthoprax Catholics at that. We have no time for the liberal conciliation of recent Popes, and despise all attempts to dilute or remove the mystical, ancient and powerful teachings of the Church upon which much of Western civilisation has been structured for the past thousand years. Perhaps the greatest tragedy of all was the loss of the Eastern Orthodox - a realistic end to the schism now may do more good than ever before, but more on that some other time. We are conservative and revolutionary because we are Catholic, because we believe in authority and community as the only safe method for the furtherance of individual and national rights. 

Our ontology is a combination of Kierkegaardian existentialism and the wistfulness of German idealism. Virtue is the only moral end in itself, and without good virtues no society can flourish. In an age where virtue becomes a vice, there can be no improvement, and all Whiggish notions of modernity being some kind of spearhead of the ever-marching human thirst for improvement are clearly only suited to the ideologies of those who refuse to accept the reality of a fallen moral order. 

Our writing style is a combination of all of those figures who became dissatisfied with the Zeitgeist of their times. However many times the majority laughed at them, we may at least take heart at the fact that many of them were honoured after their death. Maistre, Burke, Carlyle, all railed against the dangers of the age, only to be re-discovered by the curious on account of their insight. For such reasons we have no time for modern history. History itself is like a river, forever ebbing and flowing on a changing course as one great lump of human embankment is washed away to allow the waters a new path. History may well speak to us, but it takes a discerning ear to hear the true facts rather than those which are churned out to the masses for the sake of crafting a cultural narrative. It is through such narratives that the entire belief system which maintains confidence in the cracked glass is nourished. 

Economically you will find anti-neoliberalism here, or at least those sceptical of modern capitalism. A corporatist system of state capitalism and intersectional hierarchies is preferred, which shall eventually be discussed in detail. If you are a white nationalist/alt-right type, you will find here a reluctant listener. Many facts are on your side, but any form of nationalism is something to be approached with caution. Political ends, which ultimately is all with which a nationalist is concerned, are of no interest to those with a universal view towards the mercy of Christ. It is true that it is preferable to preserve the civilisational groups which God has doubtless created, but approaches to rectifying many of the modern problems with immigration and cultural displacement must be concerned with a civilisational narrative, not strange and unwarranted prejudices against various groups by nature of their birth. 

We may be those who swear upon the throne and altar, but we know also that what we do is only guided by the Almighty. If He did not wish us to take this path, we never would have. Surrendering our knowledge to His grace and the powers of reason which He has bestowed upon us, we ask: may he smile upon us in all our endeavours, and save the world from its destructive fallacies. If you, reader, wish to join us in this great exposition upon the problems of modernity, then you are welcome. If you come seeking wisdom, a word of caution - true wisdom only comes from above. All we can offer you at best is a kind of quasi-prophecy, at worst, the jarring trumpet-blasts of alarum which so many before us have blown. Perhaps, with our help, you will find your feet and walk out of the square onto the solid ground, or if you are already there, perhaps reading this will allow you to steady yourself. So long as someone, somewhere finds benefit from what is written here, it will have succeeded in its first and only purpose. In the words of Evola, to ride the tiger until such time as the danger has passed, may well be the best option. 

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