The Most High Handed
Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2024 11:58 pm
Douglas Mercer
December 29 2024
Now that history is coming to a close (or beginning really) it’s time to do some quick philosophy on the half shell and perform some consolidating and stock taking before we take our leave taking. Things will move fast enough in the far future when retrieval is no longer at issue so it’s best while we are still in the calm of the last caesura to sum up and encapsulate—indeed it is this recapitulation which is required in order for the next stage or phase can ensue.
We are gladdened that in the long course of our history the essential itinerary is rather blessedly brief, we will always only focus on essentials, and not the tributaries which shoot off now and again from what is after all a raging river. For you see time’s labyrinth is not so complex to get out of if you have an overhead view and can see the twisting and turning of being all at once, and where the crosswinds and crosscurrents converge.
As always you start with the Greeks. They were the seedbed of our people, the first who combined brilliant fable with a hard eyed passion for truth, the one being the inverse of the other, and each working with the other as necessary corollaries to the other’s axiom, and vice versa. These were the people who first conceived of the fires of the god and the possibility of bringing it to man; and dreamed that water was best. At the same time they began to question whether a thing was actually true; over time these two impulses would join hands in obtaining the final answer by conflating with each other. For as always it is when the fable becomes real that illusion and reality trade places before becoming one and the same thing. When a dream comes true we say that it is realized but in this instance it remains a dream.
It is remarkable that once the Greeks had passed from the scene of history nothing of value in the realm of ideas transpired for two millennia. It was at this time that in Europe the first inkling of the throwing off of the shackles of the Jewish religion began. Soon the arts were flourishing and the first real steps to understanding the universe began. In between the Greek world and the rebirth we call the Renaissance was, aside from a few hits or misses, the doldrums of thought, it was the long dormant time when only the White race was strengthening to be ready for its emergence. This was a period of hibernation where the awaked ones could prepare for awakening and leap on to the word’s stage in full armor.
The god that is willing itself into being audibles—it has multiple routes to the zero point (where it will have willed itself into being). And this open endedness of fate is ironically (we think) due to the fact that the god requires man to achieve its aim, and this (which is the last remaining mystery, one that will be explained to we apt pupils in the cool of the evening) has to do with the inner logistics of fate (moira) that even the god must obey—awesome thought that at this time remains undefined (aporia). This lone enigma stands outside the clearing which otherwise has been totally lit up by the lightening flash of insight. But as it is for the god to will he requires man to will as well: the god can beckon and draw us into his draft, or even take our fingers to help us write; and there will come a point in the economy of the plan that the god will be able to (having reserved the right) to become the most high handed and simply dictate.
December 29 2024
Now that history is coming to a close (or beginning really) it’s time to do some quick philosophy on the half shell and perform some consolidating and stock taking before we take our leave taking. Things will move fast enough in the far future when retrieval is no longer at issue so it’s best while we are still in the calm of the last caesura to sum up and encapsulate—indeed it is this recapitulation which is required in order for the next stage or phase can ensue.
We are gladdened that in the long course of our history the essential itinerary is rather blessedly brief, we will always only focus on essentials, and not the tributaries which shoot off now and again from what is after all a raging river. For you see time’s labyrinth is not so complex to get out of if you have an overhead view and can see the twisting and turning of being all at once, and where the crosswinds and crosscurrents converge.
As always you start with the Greeks. They were the seedbed of our people, the first who combined brilliant fable with a hard eyed passion for truth, the one being the inverse of the other, and each working with the other as necessary corollaries to the other’s axiom, and vice versa. These were the people who first conceived of the fires of the god and the possibility of bringing it to man; and dreamed that water was best. At the same time they began to question whether a thing was actually true; over time these two impulses would join hands in obtaining the final answer by conflating with each other. For as always it is when the fable becomes real that illusion and reality trade places before becoming one and the same thing. When a dream comes true we say that it is realized but in this instance it remains a dream.
It is remarkable that once the Greeks had passed from the scene of history nothing of value in the realm of ideas transpired for two millennia. It was at this time that in Europe the first inkling of the throwing off of the shackles of the Jewish religion began. Soon the arts were flourishing and the first real steps to understanding the universe began. In between the Greek world and the rebirth we call the Renaissance was, aside from a few hits or misses, the doldrums of thought, it was the long dormant time when only the White race was strengthening to be ready for its emergence. This was a period of hibernation where the awaked ones could prepare for awakening and leap on to the word’s stage in full armor.
The god that is willing itself into being audibles—it has multiple routes to the zero point (where it will have willed itself into being). And this open endedness of fate is ironically (we think) due to the fact that the god requires man to achieve its aim, and this (which is the last remaining mystery, one that will be explained to we apt pupils in the cool of the evening) has to do with the inner logistics of fate (moira) that even the god must obey—awesome thought that at this time remains undefined (aporia). This lone enigma stands outside the clearing which otherwise has been totally lit up by the lightening flash of insight. But as it is for the god to will he requires man to will as well: the god can beckon and draw us into his draft, or even take our fingers to help us write; and there will come a point in the economy of the plan that the god will be able to (having reserved the right) to become the most high handed and simply dictate.
