Hello dear reader, I recently came across Resurrection Europa's YouTube channel, and more specifically his video 'Jordan Peterson dismantled'. I quite enjoyed the video and his many points against Jordan Peterson. Resurrection has expressed many points against Peterson that I have been struggling with for months, and I have been unable to express it in … Continue reading A comment on Jordan Peterson and Nationalism
I have spent my whole life Writing: spilling forth words like Waves from a sea too Powerful to keep back. Pushing Me like a nihilistic void. But, to know is to act, and I must do so now. No more words, to Know is to act: and I am acting now.
Hello dear readers, About two or three years ago I wrote an article called 'On Writing', Where I expressed how and why I write: because it was natural inclination for me, and also was a way of becoming better according to what I wanted to be and become. It seems to me that while rereading … Continue reading On suffering and writing
To soar as high as potential allows, To be comfortable when we come down, And fit ourselves into that space Left by our souring power, Is the way we live and die, Our philosophy of looking upon high. To know one's place and to Prosper in the knowledge that we Are where we should be, … Continue reading #204 – Knowing one’s place
Hands wrapped around his throat woke him up. He could barely see as his eyes failed to adjust to what he was trying to see. Breathing was getting difficult and his throat was being squeezed. His chest felt like someone was sitting on it. He could see eyes piercing through the darkness, as he concentrated … Continue reading This face of mine – Chapter III.
Hello dear reader, I recently came across Marcher Cavalier's video On Liberal Anthropology, it was an interesting YouTube video on the state of nature and how the enlightenment has viewed such a concept, and also pointing out some flaws in those arguments put forward by Hobbes, Locke and Rousseau. I enjoyed the video so much … Continue reading A comment on the state of nature
Death and Night and Blood Ran through the veins of Kimitake. Wearing a death mask of confessions, He oscillated between the crying boy after his Writings had been burned by his father, Which he had crafted by his grandmother's Deathbed, and the strong man Who disembowelled himself for the Honour of the Sun-God: the Emperor. Not … Continue reading #203 – Remembering Yukio Mishima