The Faith of a Heretic

They will evolve in a matter of time to where they will sustain themselves. Immediate solutions are bad solutions. The chasm of time beckons before and after us, this moment is nothing but a grain of sand on a endless shore and your human lifespan has made you reckless. Patience is the solution.

Societies will always evolve organically to whatever end will satisfy its population.

Interrupting that natural chain of events (or even worse so, forcing your own morality and government upon an alien culture) unnaturally upsets the path of change. Internal problems should always be attended to internally with no influence from outside agents. The society will adapt to survive and maintain order. If the society cannot adapt it will collapse, and rightly, so that a new order may rise from the ashes of failure. When a dog is sick and can no longer perform it’s duties it must be put out of its misery. A order that cannot keep itself alive must be allowed to die. There is an illusion of health that is created by the interference of outside ‘peace keepers’ who decide to brace their backs against the collapsing roof. When these ‘heroes’ leave the dog once more cannot stand on its own and suffocates under its own decaying mass. But then an amazing thing happens: the soil is enriched by the rotting flesh and flowers begin to bloom upward through the rib cage. Soon a civilization exists on the skeleton of a diseased one that came before it.

Remaining politically isolationist is especially important for a republic like the United States. It was the dying wish of George Washington, and for all the right reasons.

While we haul loads of grain into the hands of corrupt warlords on so-called humanitarian missions who would use that material to sustain armies or trade in heroin, there are mouths to feed at home. Never glance from the res publica until harmony exists there, until justice is there.

Why do we live in a city where a man can rape his daughter, everyone knows it, and does nothing?

Don’t let them bury my corpse in the christian rite. I want to be recycled in some fashion: fed to wild animals, donated to some necrophiliacs, put on a mountaintop or dissected for science. I want no ceremony, no tombstone and no ritual. If it’s possible, I will haunt those who betray this wish.

Act always as a king, not a peasant. Act as a man who puts the needs of the community first. This man does not drink because he must always be vigilant, ready for when the wolves come to stalk the sheep. Even when subordinated to the imprudent, maintain your integrity and dignity. Act as an emperor in peasant clothing; act as Socrates, as Diogenes, as Epictetus, Washington, as Ashoka, as Shakyamuni, Winters, Leonidas, as Marcus. We hold to higher truths than fashion and convenience, than the cut of the clothe and wiggle of the tongue, than deceit, treachery, untruthfulness, selfishness, banality, mediocrity, superficiality. We reject the illusory world of emotion situation ethics and side strongly with virtue. We are a fortress within ourselves.

I am responsible for my own errors. I do not blame those in my trust for my own faults. I do not make excuses. I am what I am by my own will or lack of will, lack of restraint or restraint, heart or no heart. When it is time to die, I will fulfill that duty. With no whining. I will attend to the quest for honesty with serious devotion. I will recite Thomas Paine before every battle:

‘Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death.

Your definition of a friend disgusts me. “Hook up” with a steel in your gut, by your own acidic hand. Do not “fool around,” do it right, completely, bleed out that black ichor which serves as your blood. Become “fuck buddies” with the piercing end for the utmost virtue.

Speak the truth of those you find the need to fuck and keep the fealty of friendship for those who cherish it.

This world is a burden
And it disgusts me.
I want to deny it,
Its inhabitants and their possessions.
I’m embarrassed to know
This soil produced me.
I’m dying to be elsewhere,
Trying not to belong in a nature
Of impulse and self indulgence.
A brother to none,
my kinship lies elsewhere.
I am separate and loyal to no one,
If born from this soil.
I’m embarrassed to know you;
you do not represent me.
a likeness only in structure,
Not in mind.
I vow to never belong to anyone
Born from this soil
A people that follows blindly
Will not reprimand me.

What is the ideal design for a society? If we thought clearly, we might say:

(a) Leadership by the capable: genius intelligence, conscientious application, empathic understanding but given toward seeing the whole picture and not the conflicting demands of individuals.

(b) Does not trash its environment through reckless industry and overpopulation (the primary threat to our environment is land overuse, as with sufficient natural land to absorb, process and counter our pollution through oxygen production, it can deal with us just fine — yet when we occupy almost all of the land that can be civilized, whether with farms or factories, we destroy that nurturing support structure).

(c) Has healthy values that place creativity, sobriety, sexual selectivity and marital fidelity, heroism and transcendence above temporary pleasures such as physical satiation and seizure of power or acting out of emotional desires (revenge, hatred, desire to be loved through popularity).

(d) Gives to each of us a place where we can contribute meaningfully, and returns the rest of our time to us. The average person works 8-10 hours and commutes nearly two per day; this leaves 4-6 hours for paying bills, haggling with service providers, fixing up the house, spending time with family, spending time with friends, etc., per day. Weekends for most people consist of a day for errands and a day for rest, with one or two nights of recreation in between. This amounts to too little time for a quietude of contemplation and devotion to family and friends and society in a meaningful way; instead, we get token applications of each and, because people are constantly exhausted, lots of television watching.

(e) Produces higher culture, learning, arts and heroes.

(f) Rewards those of a higher nature, and ushers the criminal, mentally defective, stupid, ugly and petty-minded toward evolutionary extinction.

“The President is merely the most important among a large number of public servants. He should be supported or opposed exactly to the degree which is warranted by his good conduct or bad conduct, his efficiency or inefficiency in rendering loyal, able, and disinterested service to the nation as a whole. Therefore it is absolutely necessary that there should be full liberty to tell the truth about his acts, and this means that it is exactly as necessary to blame him when he does wrong as to praise him when he does right. Any other attitude in an American citizen is both base and servile. To announce that there must be no criticism of the President, or that we are to stand by the President, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public. Nothing but the truth should be spoken about him or any one else. But it is even more important to tell the truth, pleasant or unpleasant, about him than about any one else.”
- President Theodore Roosevelt, 1912

Say to yourself in the early morning: I shall meet today ungrateful, violent, treacherous, envious, uncharitable men. All of these things have come upon them through ignorance of real good and ill… I can neither be harmed by any of them, for no man will involve me in wrong, nor can I be angry with my kinsman or hate him; for we have come into the world to work together…