“The Greeks did not see the Homeric gods as set above them as masters, nor themselves as set beneath the gods as servants, as the Jews did. They saw in them the reflection of the most successful exemplars of their own caste, that is to say, an ideal rather than an antithesis of their nature. They felt themselves interrelated with the gods; between them there existed a mutual interest, a kind of symmachia, an alliance.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human
For those interested, the audio below recites Achilles’ prayer to Zeus of Dodona from Homer’s Iliad, Book 16.
It relates directly to the Nietzsche passage above. Achilles does not approach Zeus as a broken supplicant before an alien master. He speaks to a god whose power stands above him, cosmically and hierarchically, yet whose world remains recognizably continuous with his own. Zeus is divine, but he is not foreign to the heroic order. He belongs to a world in which honor has weight, oaths bind gods and men, and fate remains terrible even when the gods are near.
This is why the prayer does not feel servile. Achilles asks, but he does not grovel. He invokes Zeus as a higher power within the same order of meaning. The distance between man and god is immense, yet it is not absolute estrangement. It is distance joined to affinity: reverence without self-abasement, and, more saliently, hierarchy without alienation.
The immediate context of Book 16 is the crisis produced by Achilles’ withdrawal from the war. After Agamemnon dishonored him before the Achaean army, Achilles refused to fight, and his absence allowed the Trojans to press the Greeks back toward their ships. The quarrel began with Agamemnon’s seizure of Briseis, the woman awarded to Achilles after the sack of Lyrnessus. She was not merely a captive in the ordinary sense, but his geras, his honor-gift, and the visible sign of his standing among the Achaeans. To take her was to strike at Achilles’ public honor before the entire army.
While Achilles remains apart from the fighting, the Trojan assault reaches the Greek ships. Patroclus then begs to enter the battle in Achilles’ armor, leading the Myrmidons in his place. Patroclus, of course, is no ordinary comrade. He is Achilles’ closest companion, foster-brother, and beloved friend, the man bound to him more deeply than any other figure in the poem.
Before sending him out, Achilles prays that Zeus will allow Patroclus to drive the Trojans back from the ships and return safely once the danger has passed.
Zeus hears the prayer and grants only part of it. Patroclus will be granted glory, but not return. His death will break Achilles’ withdrawal from the war and unleash once more the terrible rage for which the Iliad is remembered.
“What is falling, we should also push.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
When Oswald Spengler wrote of the “decline of the West,” he was describing a vast historical process which has now reached its final stages. Even at this late hour, few possess the moral or intellectual fortitude required to grasp the full extent of that decline. What confronts us is not merely a political order grown corrupt or inefficient, but the degeneration of an entire civilization. Every major institution of Western society bears the unmistakable marks of decay. Social, economic, religious, cultural, and political forms alike have been hollowed and rotted out from within.
Not since the final centuries of imperial Rome has the world witnessed a collapse of comparable magnitude. Here we find the businessman, whose god is Mammon; the politician, who prostitutes himself in parliamentary brothels; the preacher who admonishes one to worship alien gods while proclaiming the evils of race; the teacher, who advocates feminism and homosexuality as an alternate lifestyle; the military officer, who is more concerned about his retirement benefits than his honor as a soldier—as well as the ordinary citizen who, sated with beer and TV, accepts it all with hardly a peep of protest. All of these are symptomatic of a disease, a cancer, a terminal illness which has condemned existing civilization to death.
According to the great cyclic law governing the rise and fall of cultures, Western civilization as an organic entity is finished. No recovery is possible. There is no meaningful sense in which it can be saved, nor should such an attempt be made. What has become decadent should not be preserved; it must be broken.
Modern Western civilization has become a grotesque parody of genuine culture, a hollow imitation drained of substance and meaning. Its values are false and alien, anti-natural, anti-racial, and thus hostile to life itself. What we are witnessing is the final phase of organic deterioration, a process that will run its course and end in collapse and chaos. Nothing can halt it.
Faced with this prospect, one must ask how a man is to respond to the impending death of a civilization in which he was born and formed. Does one retreat into self-hedonistic indulgence or nihilistic despair? Does one abandon reason in favor of comforting illusions, whether religious or ideological? Or does one deny reality altogether and cling to nostalgia for what has been irretrievably lost?
The decisive question, then, imposes itself with unavoidable force. Does the death of a culture mark the end of all purpose? Does it signal the extinction of meaning itself, leaving existence emptied of direction and necessity?
For us, there is only one answer. Action, clear-eyed and disciplined, imposed upon chaos without illusion or restraint.
And here, the first important consideration is that our worldview has never regarded culture as determinative. Rather, it upholds the primacy of race and recognizes in the racial principle the potential source of all higher culture. The immediate corollary of this outlook, of course, is that the death of a civilization is not of the same order as the death of a race.
Here the question of preservation assumes its highest importance. Who will endure the coming collapse? What will emerge in the aftermath of Western dissolution? These are not speculative concerns. They are questions of survival. What is at stake is the preservation of a viable racial nucleus capable of carrying history forward beyond the ruins of the present order.
And in order for the nucleus not merely to survive, but to endure as a historical force, it must disengage itself from the chaotic degeneracy that surrounds it. It goes without saying that any attempt by the White race to separate itself from the general decadence of Western civilization is fraught with danger. For more than a millennium, the destiny of White man has been bound to the history of the West in an inseparable manner. Whether he can withstand the shock of cultural disengagement remains uncertain. Yet the undertaking must be attempted, for there is no other path forward.
Unless our race, or at least a viable segment of it, can through conscious effort detach itself from the disintegrating cultural mass, it will be overwhelmed along with it. Only through the creation of a New Order, arising consciously from the ruins of an Old Order that is exhausted and beyond recovery, can there be any future worthy of the name for White man.
What is crucial is not whether a decadent civilization survives, but whether a race capable of culture endures. For what is at stake is not the life of a civilization as such, but the eternal life of a people capable of the highest culture. That is the real issue of our time.
As long as the White man exists, he will bear within him the Promethean spark which cataclysmic tragedy can only serve to fan into a bright new flame of creative expression. And just as contemporary Western culture freely adapted elements of the preceding Classical period into its historic fabric, so will it be with the post-Western culture of the New Order as it appropriates as a timeless legacy those features of the West which have remained worthy and undefiled.
@Nosoyheimdall Si ese es el caso, entonces no veo mal que a los "niños fachas" se les prohíba el acceso a RRSS. Porque entonces la única opción para los "niños fachas" sería salir a las calles a aplicar en la vida real lo que hubiesen expresado en un tweet.