Here is excellent excerpt from The Autobiography of Andrew Carnegie. He mentions the moment when he was given an opportunity to work for the railroad company; he would later, of course, become the one of the richest men in history:
Upon such trifles do the most momentous consequences hang. A word, a look, an accent, may affect the destiny not only of individuals, but of nations.He is a bold man who calls anything a trifle…The young should remember that upon trifles the best gifts of the gods often hang.
There are no ordinary moments. Every minute is a chance for you to smash the life game to pieces. Every second is a chance for you to ascend the mountain of greatness, taking your rightful place among the GREAT MEN OF HISTORY.
As an aside…we should be reading the biographies of GREAT MEN. Enough with Kafka turning into an insect, or other such rubbish. You have a soul that needs filling and it cannot be wasted on the half-men of history.
There are no trifles…every moment is magic and is an opportunity for you to explode with passionate fury.
You either have a burning desire to be great or you don’t You can either accept the ugliest truth or you can’t. You’re willing to fight back against the forces of Satanism, or you’re too weak to lift a finger. It’s one of the other and there is no room in between.
Look at yourself in the mirror. Are you capable of changing? If you are, then a relentless fire is burning inside of you. You refuse to accept defeat. You refuse to let the destroyers of life take a victory. You are RA, Apolla, Zeus…reincarnated in the flesh.
I came across the following painting – I don’t know the author or the name of it. However, it’s an important work nonetheless. The painting celebrates a universal life essence – the beauty of a happy American family.
What is art? It’s the expression of your inner self. So nothing beautiful can emerge from an individual that’s broken. Garbage in, garbage out. We’ve been too lax on this point. For art is not a subjective choice, bereft of meaning. It promulgates the virtuous victory of a people. It champions the noble virtues of a nation. We need to locate the beauty giants of our culture, allowing them to present our passion to the world.
By contrast, let’s look at postmodern art. This “movement” can best be illustrated by its most famous work: “Fountain” by Marcel Duchamp.
As you can see, these matters are beyond style and form. They speak to something deeper. Something that emanates – or does not emanate – from the soul of a man. Something that burns, or fails to burn, within the essence of his character.
A country needs more than a strong economy (although that’s important). It needs a WELTANSCHAUUNG. We get this worldview from an art community that celebrates the noble…one that dwells in the soil of success.
For some time, I’ve wanted to write an article about David Foster Wallace. Many years ago, I tried to read Infinite Jest. I saw a video by Stephen King where he raved about the book. Long story short, after reading the novel I was nauseated. It was, arguably, the worst book I ever read (been subjugated to is a better description). How could such a terrible book become famous?
Matt Forney provides an explanation. So I defer to his article, because he summarizes the novel, as well as Foster’s life, very well. Note that Wallace committed suicide, casting a dubious shadow over his fame.
“His books have been steadily forgotten and the choppy, sludgy style he pioneered has been swept aside by a torrent of genuine talent.”
“David Foster Wallace’s impact on American literature was as ephemeral as a rat’s fart.”
Foster was a media creation, applauded for his ability to create ambiguity. His opaque vision of the world was, in many ways, similar to other diabolical schemes: i.e. the Frankfurt School, the Kalergi Plan. Create a confusion, destroy an Alpha, and gather a shekel…then repeat and rinse.
Thankfully, the world is waking up. Democracy, via the internet, is exposing the foot soldiers of Satan. It’s a great time to be alive.
Yesterday, I came across a photo of an old classmate. I went to middle school with him and, to this day, I have vivid memories of him. He was a strong boy, excelling at athletics. Baseball, football…you name it. He was an Alpha on the playground of my youth. Even the school bully was afraid of him.
Fast forward to now…
Today he’s a single father, promoting gay rights with his young daughter. How do I know this? Well, on his Facebook profile, he’s posing with the aforementioned daughter. Their picture is superimposed with a rainbow flag and, in the left-hand corner, we find the slogan “Gay Rights Are Human Rights.”
For a moment, I tried to imagine my father doing this. What if when I was a child, he took a photo of us and wrote “I Support Transsexualism” on top of it? What would his contemporaries think ? What would people of any historical time period or country think of his actions? The answer is simple – they would call him crazy.
We need more than a positive attitude. We need a discerning eye. We need to stay committed to sanity, ignoring the false utopias of relativism. Generally speaking, be suspicious of a “new trend” in the media:
The Bible puts it well (Corinthians 11:14):
Satan disguises himself as an angel of light.
*It should be noted that my old classmate is single. Women, despite their sympathetic nature, find beta males to be disgusting. No woman ever said, “Someday I’ll find a man that fights for gay rights!” So it makes sense that the mother of his child left him, looking for a man with a masculine purpose.
In Aristotle’s Rhetoric, there’s an interesting quote on friendship:
A friend is one who is active in providing another with the things that he thinks are benefits to him.
It’s a relevant quote. Let’s start at the beginning: “A friend is one who is active…” Right off the bat, most people get an F. We live in the age of social media, where friendship is made up of “likes”. People gain a million of these “friends,” failing to see the irony. The more popular they are online, the more isolated they become in real life.
For by active, we are talking about DEEDS.
The second part of the quote is also telling: “…providing another with the things that he thinks are benefits to him.” The part of the quote is a personal challenge. It requires us to ask ourselves some introspective questions: Am I offering my friends anything of benefit? What do I do for them? Can I do more?
We forget that friends are more than audience members. Friendship is an active interchange and, like so many things of value, is something that involves a bit of work.
Arete is a concept that arose in Classical Greece. Basically, it refers to the attributes of a GREAT MAN. According to James Herrick in his book The History and Theory of Rhetoric (2013), it can be defined as the following:
Arete = Virtue, Excellence and Leadership Ability
I support this concept.
It’s important that we have a clear understanding of greatness. What are its components? What does it looks like? What people are good examples of Arete? By doing so, we establish a clear path. The young man is given a distinctive goal and a solid philosophy.
If we don’t provide our children with an Arete, then a more dubious philosophy will supplant it. The philosophy will, most likely, come from media charlatans and seditious academics. These denigrating philosophies will undermine the potential of our children.
The Major will print a copy of this word, along with its definition. Then I will frame it, post it to my wall, and make sure that my son reads it. He needs to understand that there is a clear road that’s leading to excellence. There is a path that the GREAT MAN can follow.
In life, we see all types of men: young men of ability, middle-aged men with families, older men in contemplation. They all seem relatively equal. What is to distinguish one from the other? How do we know which one is superior?
I say that you preference men with a vital force. A man whose blood is still coursing through his veins. A man that exudes passion and has expelled the parasitic forces of complacency. In short, a GREAT MAN with an active spirit.
It’s too easy to reflect back…to ponder the deeds of our youth. “Remember when I was a somebody!” mutters the nobody. This type of nostalgia is to be frowned upon. The urgency of now is real, and only the brave will rise to meet the challenges of humanity.
Your inner circle should be filled with GREAT MEN. And more specifically, men with an active vital force. Ones that have an appreciation for natural beauty and artistic merit. Ones that respect the divine force of empiricism. Ones that believe the becoming man is worth more than a jealous pettifogger.
You should preference the man that retains a vital force.
When you have nothing beautiful left to give, your life is over.
GREAT MEN throughout history have known this. And this is why they’ve cast aside a life of sterile comfort, willing to die on the battlefield of truth. In the face of despair, they hoisted a noble sonata. In a world of duplicity, they confirmed a universal life essence.
The Satanic forces are watching. They’re ready to obliterate the first sign of natural beauty. They’re ready to lash out at a noble man, using calumny to denigrate his name. They’re ready to paint a mustache on the Mona Lisa.
And yet…we fight. We continue to evoke the highest order of the human spirit. We continue to channel the GREAT MEN of yesterday, waving our paint brushes of passion. And we continue to scale a Mount Everest within.
We don’t do it for commerce or public acclaim. And we don’t do it to feel loved. We do it because when you have nothing beautiful left to give, your life is over…
Can you still capture the heroic glory of life of life? For one moment, can you sing the song of ascension? Can you still be a lofty soul, playing a guitar solo on the mountain peaks of victory? Can you carry another on the waves of an exquisite passion?
I affirm as much for myself. I stand on the coastline of despair, still willing to fight. I raise my voice on the battlefield of defeat, still affirming the universal life essence. I challenge the force of spiritless materialism, of human cruelty, and of dark and hopeless corners.
For what is a man if he cannot dream? What is a man is he cannot still fight?
The GREAT MAN can never give up. He refuses to drown in the sea a despair…he battles to protect a noble tome.