Good morning, dear friend, reader of this post. I apologize for not writing as much, I really feel bad, even if this is just a hobby. I am terrified of stopping the publications here, I don't want to do it, and if that happens, this is not by design bur by sidetracking. With all being said, the following topic is much more important than many, in a theosophist occultist gnostic biased cafe society, leaning dangerously toward the left, give credit for. The fact people do not recognize beauty and morals as objectives anymore makes the world much dumber and dangerous. I will proceed to say the following:
There can be no compromise with modernism. They are actively out to get us, that appreciate objective beauty and common sense. They are destroyers of nations, and all in all, too happy to make humans miserable. They rejoice in their own cynicism that makes them impervious to good values and just individual societal life. There is no laughter to be have in modern city centers, they are not only dull, they are actively working to make you hate yourself, to make you feel small. It is not a matter of utility, but utilitarianism, an evil, beyond reproach ideology, plague of the crafts. It could be said that Kant and Hegel were the ones that started the collapse of humanity as a species, as they opened up the gates to modernism, which is one of the names given to the doors of hell. Le Corbusier being one of the many names the devil takes, hiding in broad daylight, triumph of the maleficenr forces, that thrive in so being. I am always afraid of putting my thoughts out, given some may dislike them and I still have the bad bias of strive to be universally loved. This natural tendency can very well work against oneself. I do not feel comfortable in confronting people, but when the damage they do and my hatred of them become stronger than self preservation, this is when I speak up. The cities of today, filled with so much graffiti and violence, are a natural result of modernism and its bad ideas. Roger Scruton talks about that in his documentary on beauty and why it matters. Ah... I used to like him more, but given Roger is platonist and I an aristotelian, hard to concile the different concepts of beauty. I just finished reading about the golden age of the world's arts and crafts, which was the baroque and rococo eras. What a beautiful world that died with the french revolution. And for those that say I am prone to only absolutism, given baroque is the art of kings and popes, not at all, I am fine with parlamentarism of the kinds in Britain. Such more open method of government is not bad per se, I think all sorts of government will end in death and destruction if the wrong morals are applied. Of course, notice I mentioned government, when it comes to economics, there is no other way than free market, than free trade and deregulation. All roads parallel to that lead to death, socialism is death, mixed economy is socialism... One must express their values this way, whenever he can, because if not, relativism may set in. Now, I am aware such position is intimidating to oneself, because if positioned in such vigor, you may be called to defend the said position. I am sharp with my words, it is more of a desperate cry for help, though, as I myself cannot alone defend beauty. I feel definitely as a coward. I would refuse to become a martyr, unless there is no other choice than being so. I also read the book by sir Dali, Salvador Dali, where he ellaborates, though in a chaotic way, his own ideas on quality art and why modernism is bad, and abstract art is a contradiction in terms. In his baroque spirit for writing, I also put my thoughts into the digital paper.
Anyway... what else is there to be said? I mentioned before and I should say it again: I write more when disgusted, when profiundly upset, as to express, alleviate my resentment over things that are not easily changed, that cause infinite pain and dearh and tore families apart, given my grandparents are communist, and I am, thank to the Lord above, as far from communism as God is from sin. Do I love my grandparents? Very much, but that does not stop me from avoiding seeing them. Such is life... dear friend, will you forgive me for being so absent these days, on the blog? At times I just cannot write, I can even draw, and I find it hard to bring myself out of depression. I know it is not as bad as one makes it seem, with the power of literature, but anyway, such is depression.
I pray for good energy and inspiration, that I may return even tomorrow if I can, to write some more posts, either journals, ideas, rants, laments or even words of thanks and celebration. There is space for them all, as long as they are genuine and beautiful, and never cynical. I genuinely love my friends, and that includes you! Wish you the best, look for me the next days for I will try to write here again and again, see you soon! Farewell...
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