Ah but zee, you fail to see the human capacity for self delusion, together with its ever faithful companion slothfulness. With a choice between a hard road and the easy way out, people will always rationalize the easy way…its so much simpler, after all, what’s to think about…be happy

The fact that, in the burdensome chores of struggle and endeavor, can be found our own redemption, where the sense of accomplishment can give meaning to existence, where the heavy load of actually thinking for yourself trains the mind to become self sufficient, to be an instrument of its own creation. To free the mind from the irrationality of conspiring minds and petty spiteful dogmas.

Now this does not always result in setting one’s self upon the right path, indeed, many an intellectual’s personal biography can attest to the wasted path to hedonism. But the mind, cautioned by reason and human dignity, aware of its own limitations in a cosmos of such vast and incomprehensible possibilities, does not flee from its own inconsequence, but embraces its own insignificance, for this in truth is what we are; to do otherwise is to rage against our very being, which as you can see, has such devastating and deleterious consequences, crushing aspiration and leaving shattered lives. Just look to those lost souls fleeing their very own lives in pursuit of a release by means of the excessive use of drink or drugs. There is nothing wrong in inconsequence, it is the natural state of being, IT IS LIFE. Those foolish ghosts, forever chasing the ephemeral illusion of fame, celebrity, fortune and power, are the natural born destroyers of what is most sacred in this earthly realm … LIFE.

Like many another, I too struggled in this life to find my meaning, to find my place, and just like most others, I too struggled with my fears, my failings and my doubts. But it was only when I reflected back upon my own soul, that I was able to discover myself. No outside bauble or trinket could satiate my hunger. No greater accumulation of wealth (hah…funny), no position of power in a hierarchy, could gain anything more than fleeting moments of respite from the longing. Only when I came to terms with myself, I cast off the goals of a shallow society, and recognized myself for what I was…just a simple individual, living out this tiny span, did I learn to accept myself on my terms and NOT someone else’s.

The fact that Marxism is a cult of death and destruction is obscured by the illusion that tomorrow we will be one step closer to Utopia if only we believe, is now indisputable and is the most cruel lie humanity could embrace. But for the mind that has cast aside all belief in any greater meaning, or indeed, any meaning, what is there left to do, for when such a mind looks inward it can be filled with nothing but fear and loathing, for there is nothing of substance to be found within; but to join in with the pack to create Utopia upon the hill tomorrow, gives meaning to an empty shell, a meaningless, and soul crushing existence, where that ultimate fear, greater even than the fear of death, must never be faced…the fear of facing one’s self.

In a strange sense, Radical Islam is a blessing, an extremely sour one I admit, but a blessing none the less, for consider, just how this conflict has brought to the fore all the deleterious contradictions within our societies. We are awakening from our slumbers, and so we see just how much work there is to do.

Tedious little fool that I am, I simply can’t put islam and blessing together in one sentence. But I understand you well, having thought along similar lines.

too busy chasing the money, to actually pay the blindest bit of notice as to just what was actually going on behind our backs.

Must be the redneck in me, but i could never have conceived that so many would willingly throw down freedom..Even had I been vigilant or aware, I would not have known to look for that. Can’t people feel the walls closing in? It’s like sandpaper across my soul , this sense of freedom leaving, grain by grain. It will always confound me that any human being would welcome that.

Ligneus, great article on a great man. A man whose mind was not perverted by the false security of the idle theoretical musings of ivory tower intellectualism. A mind rooted in pragmatism. But then, the world around him was only then climbing out of the mire, before the siren song of collectivism began to assemble the multitudes…what was that comment of Burke’s “Soon to be trod under the hooves of a swinish multitude”. Alas poor us, the multitude approaches, snorting and grunting in unison. loud with its opinions.