Such as in nature is in man.
Nature knows no pity. Nature cares
nothing for cares. There in her bosom stirs all the atoms that once
were; neither created nor destroyed- as soon as one instantaneous
configuration can be said to have occurred it is then condemned to
change.
Nature shows us fate. Here is no
will that can be appealed to, no loving father to protect the broken
spirit. Fate is the outcome of all things ventured. Nature passed
her crown to the lion as the highest of predators. Reason passed its
crown to man, the only organism able to clutch it, even in a limited
capacity. Courage means to love this openness. Amor fati, or love of
fate and uncertainty, is the quickest path to calming the inner ocean
of nature which may overcome the ratio.
Nature shows us truth in the
depths; skepticism as the prerequisite for knowing her deep secrets.
It shows us many layers to everything; its truth is like a
double-faced Janus whose different sides can be considered the only
side. Perspective is key. To learn to shift ones perspective is to
transcend and become the highest element that man can become, the
thinking thing, the reasoning man.
The reasoning human is the most
powerful being we know of. Only his mind could conceive of the idea
of god, then have used it for centuries to mold and control the herd,
only to see his creation go laughing to his death, having cast aside
his hellish love of man.
Nature shows us all things in strife.
Strife shows the survival of the weak and the strong in mutual
parasitism. Society was a compact between weak and strong for the
purpose of domination of another. It is will to power. It is the
sacrifice of the individual to lust, greed and violence. This is why
it is evil. It is organized crime.
Nature knows no good and evil. But
only edification and its inverse- death. The only standard of the
good- that which strengthens is the good, that which weakens is the
evil.
Nature enshrines cruelty and
blood-letting; of giving and taking of wounds, and of a constant
striving for a precarious dominance.
Nature always rewards cowardice
with destruction; courage and tenacity with survival. "The
prayers of cowards Fortune spurns..."
Nature disciplines with suffering
like the Pauline god; and molds its mightiest with high tasks. Nature
loves cunning.
And Nature simply is. The cosmos
has no beginning nor end in time. It has no beginning nor end in
space.
A is A. Nothing could refute this,
or nothing could exist. What is is and what is not is not. Any
avoidance of this leads to death. Any cowardice toward reality leads
to death. Any avoidance of this is in turn a wish for a weakened
life, which for the greatest would be a kind of death, or a genuine
wish to see oneself die. Hence the legends of the Apocalypse.
Nature doesn't delight in rest,
indeed as Marcus Aurelius tells us delights only in change.
All that is is all that will be,
and all that will be is all that is.
To condemn the all is the condemn the
one, to condemn the one is to condemn the all.
The man is by his nature a
reasoning thing. To abandon reason is to abandon nature.
A man can choose to live by force alone
and abandon reason. Sic Semper tyrannis- all who live without it will
die without it. Observe all iron empires that are given to rust and
all of god's supposedly immutable laws that are rewritten and
reinterpreted, ad infinitum.
Reason must accept infinity as the
first principle of all things.
To see brutality alone view the 20th
century. Indeed, this past century was the greatest of all evils
hoisted on man. For here, in a sea of great intellectual
accomplishment, human politics and actions went over to brutality.
War as politics by other means became commonplace, followed by
politics as war enshrined in the ideas of universal brotherhood and
socialism. Growing out of the weakness of the 19th-century ideals so
gleefully killed but never replaced, the orgy of destruction spent
all positive energies, and left the end of the century to a cold
death.
Passions are not shirked, but
instead reason is a tyrant of them, enshrined as a Caesar, a dictator
for life and the purpose of edifying life. This dictator knows that
without rage there is no fuel for the charge. This tyrant of reason
knows that all things must be in balance, but that this is not
stasis. Life inevitably involves suffering. At the root of suffering
is desire. Expectation can be a synonym. Do not expect clear or right
speech nor expect sensibility.
Time is a measure of decay, or our
passing into the abyss. All living things are so defined by their
finite nature. Time then necessitates decisiveness. To declare one's
path in life in crucial. "To find one's unique avocation is the
individuals highest good." Not all facts can be brought to what
many consider due to deliberation, to what people commonly call good
sense. Every man is in a sense a desperado; that is why we love the
myth of them so much. Everyone is living on borrowed time, chased by
some oppressor from which only temporary relief may be found. All
things must be done. Reason necessitates action, movement, and deed.
Reason is not the logos spoken of by the philosophers of old.
Instead, it is that which drives one movement, the fuel for attaining
the purpose, the individuals highest good.
Purpose is made. It is not given.
Reason is cultivated to bring forth purpose. Once found purpose is to
be chased, nature is to be finally cowed, and all is won by the
struggle revealed by nature.
The genius is a curse to the
stupid. His power is deeply resented. He comes to a problem mulled
over for many centuries and shreds it into its parts, solving each
one and leaving the tatters for future generations, shredding the
hopes of the lesser men whose entire existence was based upon the
endless mediocrity of the status quo. Hence the resistance to new
theories in science. The lame respond to failures and disasters with
spittle and incomprehension.
Hence socialism, government
interference and the death of the
Statesmen in modern politics. Reason is
hated and hated it recoils like an oppressed race under the apartheid
of the stupid. Here where the genius comes, those who have learned to
hate him will cry stupidities, and make appeals to degrees,
moralities, and other scraps of paper which have nothing to do with
what is ahead of them. In love with precedents, they will never see
the way out. This is how the majority of the so-called intractable
issues of human experience and history arise- the reasoning man is
shouted down. For his reasons sound cold and sharp. But the herd
animal is less intelligent that his undomesticated cousin.
Irrationality itself is subject to
reason. For reason lords over all, and in human affairs often
consists in means rather than ends. As a casual chain, irrationality
is a path on the rational. Thus the conquest of an irrational people
by a rational may take place, and itself be rational, though it will
have seemingly irrational ends, and may require irrationality such as
variations upon the truth. Reason sometimes demands lies, sometimes
demands a different morality from the mighty than it would for the
many.
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