losers cry fair





True Light

"We have come from God, and inevitably the myths woven by us, though they contain error, will also reflect a splintered fragment of the true light, the eternal truth that is with God. Indeed only by myth-making, only by becoming ‘sub-creator’ and inventing stories, can Man aspire to the state of perfection that he knew before the Fall. Our myths may be misguided, but they steer however shakily towards the true harbour, while materialistic ‘progress’ leads only to a yawning abyss and the Iron Crown of the power of evil." here

Would have been much better if he said “cell phone’s in my pocket” with the elan he decided to jump in with.

-what’d you think of track 7?
-it was okay… I don’t know about the second one though, it wasn’t scary enough
-what’d you mean scary? it wasn’t scary enough?
-mmhm [no], you’re not scary
-i’m pretty scary
-mmhm [no], you’re not scary…try
-i can be scary if I wanna be
-*playfully drowns her*
- totally scary (… but for whom?)
-*spits at him*
-[you] totally missed
-splashes water at him
-*walks away*, *runs and jumps into pool*, my phone’s in my pocket

-*music playing*
-do you know her?
-then why’d you wave?
-I’m a gentleman

A-what makes America the greatest country in the world
B-well they said it: diversity and opportunity, freedom and freedom
C- *gesturing* [it’s not]
C- *gesturing* [but it can be]
A-i’m not letting you go back to the airport without answering the question
B- *gives a uselss reply…* well our constitution is a masterpiece, madison was a genius and the declaration of independence, is for me, the greatest piece of american writing…
A- [stares coldly]
B- *ungoadingly, yet goadingly* you don’t look satisfied
A- I want a human moment from you

B- unleashes

sure, a flood of truth can overwhelm a trickle of doubt, but there’s value in enticing the invite.

In the World but Not of It

What I am about to say does not concern the ordinary man of our day. On the contrary, I have in mind the man who finds himself involved in today’s world, even at its most problematic and paroxysimal points; yet he does not belong inwardly to such a world, nor will he give in to it. He feels himself, in essence, as belonging to a different race from that of the overwhelming majority of his contemporaries.

Baron EvolaRide The Tiger (1961)


Den Kramern lasst ihr Gold
Den Ruhm den Schlächtern
Bekkent Euch zu den Verächtern
Die schwertlos ringen um den Hohen Preis

Leave the gold to the merchants
And glory to the warriors
Become one of the scorners who fight
For the highest prize





There is no man, let him be aware of it or not, who is not a combatant in this hot contest; no one who does not take an active part in the responsibility of the defeat or victory. The prisoner in his chains and the king on his throne, the poor and the rich, the healthy and the infirm, the wise and the ignorant, the captive and the free, the old man and the child, the civilized and the savage, share equally in the combat. Every word that is pronounced, is either inspired by God or by the world, and necessarily proclaims, implicitly or explicitly, but always clearly, the glory of the one or the triumph of the other. In this singular warfare we all fight through forced enlistment; here the system of substitutes or volunteers finds no place. In it is unknown the exception of sex or age; here no attention is paid to him who says, I am the son of a poor widow; nor to the mother of the paralytic, nor to the wife of the cripple. In this warfare all men born of woman are soldiers.

And don’t tell me you don’t wish to fight; for the moment you tell me that, you are already fighting; nor that you don’t know which side to join, for while you are saying that, you have already joined a side; nor that you wish to remain neutral; for while you are thinking to be so, you are so no longer; nor that you want to be indifferent; for I will laugh at you, because on pronouncing that word you have chosen your party. Don’t tire yourself in seeking a place of security against the chances of war, for you tire yourself in vain; that war is extended as far as space, and prolonged through all time. In eternity alone, the country of the just, can you find rest, because there alone there is no combat. But do not imagine, however, that the gates of eternity shall be opened for you, unless you first show the wounds you bear; those gates are only opened for those who gloriously fought here the battles of the Lord, and were, like the Lord, crucified.


'Ensayo sobre el catolicismo, el liberalismo, y el socialismo considerados en sus principios fundamentales'Juan Donoso Cortés, Marqués de Valdegamas (1809-1853)

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