There is an article over at Primal Male on the facade of positivity. The thrust of the article is that people are fake-nice and fake-happy and really fake everything going so far even to conclude that in penning their true disgruntled feelings, which we all have to some degree, that people fake-troll their own fake-distaste. The article hits on deep truth.
People are fake. Fake happy, for whatever reasons, fake-disgruntled for the same. Their is no reflection and without reflection there is no self knowledge; without self-knowledge there is only superficial knowledge. So the cycle repeats. People revert to an emotional savagery that is incapable of express without cliche. “How’s it going today?” . . . “Fine.” It is puddle-deep because the parties involved are that shallow; the deep calls to deep.*
Being so shallow, as the article says “honour is dead. . .words become meaningless.” The very people are without meaning and they do not know it. They have given up the very state of their civility the separating aspect which divides the Man from the savage. They are nice because it is the lowest common denominator in human expression, they troll liberaltard nonsense and SJW malarcky because it is the sound and fury that goes in the ears through their televisions and through their false conversations. There is no thought and so no expression.
But they are human; there must be an outlet to even the shallowest man’s hypothalamus. On the degenerate and the dark days when they weep in their beds at the emptiness of their souls there is a cognizant lack. Not knowing themselves and so incapable of seeing their own inanity, the blame must fall elsewhere to the racist, the homophobe, the xenophone, to whomever is “them.” The blame drops to whatever is outside, how could it fall to what is not there? and so little is on the inside of the false positivist.
It is truly why Western culture is such a boon to man; Socrates for all his equivocations and gotcha logic still sought an inner understanding, and though I do not agree with the tactics in Plato’s Dialogues it is clear that his intention was to point to shallowness. So is the same in the coming of Christianity such that Jesus would call the religious powers of the day Sons of the Devil to shock them to an understanding of their own vapidity. So with Juvenal and his shiv to the heart of a dying Rome. So with the Scholastics and their even increasing attempts at improving their logical skills and perfecting their syllogistic tools to better understand Creation to better understand themselves and in turn to understand God.
Western culture is so very important if for no other reasons than it creates honor and meaning. It is the very depth of our people and the expressions of our history and by extension the express of ourselves without which we are lost in the mire. So get off your ass and start reading.
There is no greater sign of our decline than the extent of our cultural and personal shallowness.
Veritas Numquam Perit
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*Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
Yet the Lord will command his lovingkindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.