Posted in Historical Perspective, Preservation, Self-sufficiency

“TO CONSERVE OR NOT TO CONSERVE, THAT IS THE QUESTION”


This piece could actually be thought of as a metaphorical speaking on human (being), the stains that become you, that are left behind and why damage can be an essential part of something beautiful in its truest sense. Shaping the truest form of beauty.  In this day…this metaphor has been confused as being something attainable for most. Finding the beauty and truth in damage.  Though for most, damage is simply solely that…damage.  It is neither true, nor beautiful.  It contains no inherent meaning.  Neither to its owner, or in the stains it leaves behind. Only leaving a contaminated world, with ever growing confusion in its clouded wake. Damage is inevitable.  Damage is change.  Change is damage.  This is ever clear from the synthesis of youth into adulthood.  Change must happen.  Damage must happen. It is what and how this damage is preserved and molded, that speaks to how much change will alter one’s existence or stain.

Perhaps on a minuscule scale…this is why the world has become inherently blackened and demoralized in a meaningless sense and text.  Damage serves its purpose, only as far as one can erase or replace its stain…with the inherent meaning of a purpose not only for those who leave it, but for those who will encounter it…again and again throughout time and history.  It is the constant encounter of the self, its damage and its essential need for self- preservation.

 

“Custodians and owners of old books will sometimes have to make tough decisions. They want their books to be used – why else would they have them? – yet they also want them to be preserved for the future as well. In the case of manuscripts and early printed books, the materials themselves are old and often fragile, and part of the textblock or binding may have come apart. While in most cases it would technically be possible to repair the damage, this is not always the best option for the book or the user. Instead, a conservation specialist may advise to simply box a book and not treat it at all, or propose minor treatment and consolidation only of the fragile state. Is that a result of sparse conservation budgets, or can there be other reasons?”

 

Please read on…

“To conserve or not to conserve, that is the question”

 

 

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Posted in Political Euphemisms, Self-sufficiency, Sociobiology, Thinking for Oneself, Yours Truly

“If everything on earth were rational, nothing would ever happen.” …So much for politics…

 

ted

“Intellectualism is a sort of psychological disorder whose main symptom is an inability to combine one’s intellectualizing with the work of one’s emotional and physical centers. The result is a hollow being who uses big words and fancy concepts to camouflage a profound fecklessness. We can only be whole beings if we find ways to combine the work of our three centers—intellectual, emotional and physical—in a harmonious way. Ignore any one of them, and what you have is a slightly crippled being; ignore two, and what you have is an invalid.”

“The conservatives are fools: they whine about the decay of traditional values, yet they enthusiastically support technological progress and economic growth. Apparently it never occurs to them that you can’t make rapid, drastic changes in the technology and the economy of a society without causing rapid changes in all other aspects of the society as well, and that such rapid changes inevitably break down traditional values.”

“Ted didn’t say it, but I will: both ends of the political spectrum, and all points in between, are merely projections of the technosphere. The political parties are social machines, and different mechanized political tasks call for different kinds of machinery.”

 

Please continue reading this brilliant article and blog (comment sections are great as well):

http://cluborlov.blogspot.co.uk/2016/03/so-much-for-politics.html#more

 

…and whilst you are at it…a bit of historical revisionism is in check for the “Mr. Ted”.  Don’t just gobble up the news turkey-heads…there is more than can only be encountered on a shiny, hand-fed surface. Inform yourself before you can even begin to wrap your head around any kind of truth. Hunt for the lot… your brain is niente(anything and nothing). The truth may one day grace you with its beautiful appearance, but it will be far too late to undo your laziness. :

http://editions-hache.com/essais/pdf/kaczynski2.pdf

http://theanarchistlibrary.org/category/author/ted-kaczynski

Posted in Self-sufficiency, Unquantified fragments of numbers, Yours Truly

Space Love

 

In the space of earth and other fleshly love…there is a divide that one cannot discern.  It is in this sweeping expanse, that limits find their un-boundedness.

If earth is not space and love is not of the flesh…the divide does there exist.  The expanse will uncover and therein lies a hint of its possibility.

If earth is space and love is of the flesh…the divide simply is itself.  The expanse still present, the un-boundedness of different plane.

If love is of another in the constancy of space…the divide constantly repeats itself, the love is ever present.

If earth cannot be of space…constancy still expands.  The divide begins to reveal itself, as earth moves towards un-space.

In the space that is flesh…love is of the earth and if the earth is a divide, flesh inhabits an expanse not bounded in ordinary plane.

If love is a divide and the earth inhabits this space…the divide becomes ever wider, the plane of ordinary existence becomes unbounded.

If existence is unbounded and ever inhabiting its earthly space…time eternally repeats itself and love cannot be of the flesh.

 

∞ Dedicated to those whom search in true diligence, with an ever-increasing strength in the divide…for that which cannot be found. Yet remain ever equal and true in that of unboundedness, which is existence. ∞

 

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Posted in Music, Preservation, Self-sufficiency

The Lost Trophy

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“The true trophy hunter is a self-disciplined perfectionist seeking a single animal, the ancient patriarch well past his prime that is often an outcast from his own kind… If successful, he will enshrine the trophy in a place of honor. This is a more noble and fitting end than dying on some lost and lonely ledge where the scavengers will pick his bones, and his magnificent horns will weather away and be lost forever.”

 

Posted in Music, Self-sufficiency, Yours Truly

The Hunt

 

Please Listen:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=De5s8T1Hnf0

 

We are all hunters to some capacity.  It is an elevation…true nature.  A rarefaction of soul.

It is where this capacity leads…which then leads one to understand of themselves, to truly see themselves. To be civilized, to be monstrous, to respect and to take respect.

In the hunt…it is he who is most grounded that will rise above.  He will see beyond what is naturally in front of him, what is behind him and what will come thereafter.

In the hunt…it is he who feels the power in his peculiar hands; it extends into his mind and then into his immediate surroundings, this which will signify the beginning with a measured end.

For capability is only as far as the eye can see, and in reaching he understands this must be unbridled to be procured.

It is the environment which calls onto him and he is called to enter spurious realm.

This expanse where one may be seemingly above or below; ever and again in the equidistant ground.

It is this realm in which the hunt exposes unto you…the colors and shades of the darkness, light in what could never be termed either black or white.

In the age of slight progression, it is in backwards movement that he understands how to move forward and lose his way.

He understands that while he may have mastered noise prior to his start..all the elements can at no time be known.  There will be the inevitable silence.

He wades through waters in which he may ultimately stifle himself, by his lack of fortitude to oblige that which he rightly sees.

This is ground where one will take and gain but as in gentle balance…there is loss which will present itself too.

For in the hunt there is a chaotic stability…

and in the hunter a recognition, he winnows in his will.

He may fight, he may oblige…these are but remains of the day.

For he is in his fullest capacity,

who distinguishes of himself…the arms and the lengths

and the true palate…the taste of the hunt .

 

 

 

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Posted in Language, Self-sufficiency

Objects in Pursuit: Read Anything…

Oudry, The Dog Who Carried the Dinner Basket

 

If any young person of leisure were so much at a loss as to ask advice as to what he should read, mine should be exceedingly simple: Read anything bearing on a definite object. Let him take up any imaginable subject to which he feels attracted, be it the precession of the equinoxes or postage stamps, the Athenian drama or London street cries; let him follow it from book to book, and unconsciously his knowledge, not of that subject only but of many subjects, will be increased, for the departments of the realm of knowledge are divided by no octroi. He may abandon the first object of his pursuit for another; it does not matter, one subject leads to another: he will have learnt the habit of acquisition; he will have gained that conviction of the pricelessness of time which stirs a sigh as each day comes to its close.

From “The Craving for Fiction,” an essay in Post meridiana: Afternoon Essays, by Sir Herbert Maxwell (1895)
Available on the Internet Archive: Link

Painting:

Jean-Baptiste Oudry
French, 1686  1755
The Dog Who Carried the Dinner Basket for his Master, illustration for La Fontaine’s Fables, 1732
black and gray wash and white gouache on blue paper

Posted in Bloodline, Colloquial Euphemisms, Genetics, Political Euphemisms, Self-sufficiency

Struggle and the Bloodline: Burning from the Inside

 

The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe.  If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened.  But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.

 

 

 

 

The Americans’ ‘open-mindedness’, which is sometimes cited in their favor, is the other side of their interior formlessness. The same goes for their ‘individualism’. Individualism and personality are not the same: the one belongs to the formless world of quantity, the other to the world of quality and hierarchy. The Americans are the living refutation of the Cartesian axiom, ‘I think, therefore I am’: Americans do not think, yet they are. The American ‘mind’, puerile and primitive, lacks characteristic form and is therefore open to every kind of standardization.

Julius Evola

 

Posted in Ancient Greece, Language, Music, Music History, Preservation, Self-sufficiency

“The public wants work which flatters its illusions.”

Most of what passes for legitimate entertainment is inferior or foolish and only caters to or exploits people’s weaknesses. Avoid being one of the mob who indulges in such pastimes. Your life is too short and you have important things to do. Be discriminating about what images and ideas you permit into your mind. If you yourself do not choose what thoughts and images you expose yourself to, someone else will, and their motives may not be the highest. It is the easiest thing in the world to slide imperceptibly into vulgarity. But there is no need for that to happen if you determine not to waste your time and attention on mindless pap.

Epictetus

 

Posted in Preservation, Self-sufficiency

Farming the Apocalypse

 

When there is a likelihood of even small amounts of snow, sleet or ice, I move my car to the top of the hill that shelters my farm. If I need to run errands during such times, I just walk up the hill to it. The car is old, our drive is steep and close to a quarter-mile long. Depending upon how deep the snow, and how often my attention is caught by something else, the walk can take a few minutes or half an hour. Upon returning, I park in the same place, and walk back down, carrying the day’s mail and my small purchases through the woods. Emerging from the forest at the base of the hill and seeing my farm covered in snow, I think of it as cut free from time – and myself cut free as well.

My car can take me to neighbors, to stores, to town. Across the meadow, my house, a (mostly) converted barn, contains telephone and internet connecting me to friends, relatives, colleagues, a universe of information and distraction, the modern world. Right between them lies the sliver of land I use to try my hand at agriculture, as it was practiced 1,000 years ago.

The transition from hunter-gatherer to farmer has always fascinated me. The ability to plant, cultivate and harvest crops stands alongside the emergence of self-awareness, control of fire, the wheel, and the development of mathematics and written language as one of humanity’s transformational events. We became something different once we began to farm.

To continue reading please follow: http://aeon.co/magazine/nature-and-cosmos/i-learnt-to-survive-like-an-11th-century-farmer/