Forwarded from Diary of an Underground Ronin
PASSION
The etymology of passion means "to suffer for love." I love learning the etymology of words because within it betrays the true nature of the phenomenon our ancestors discerned from life itself. We come to understand that pain is not a bug, but a feature. The sacrifice to attain. The fear associated with loss. The hurt of its tragic end. This applies to all things, but is first impactfully felt with the gain and loss of our first love.
Life, like love, is always tragic. First it manifests as a promise, a sacrament, then a loss. Each with its own intensity and beauty.
Understand that the life of a Fascist is always tragic. It starts with a fever dream, crescendos with a bitter fight, and concludes in a tragic end. Each calling, a song worth hearing. Each act, an opera. Each end, a beginning.
Within each of us there exists a Rome. Without, however, we are but one brick, one act, and one devotion towards that collective dream. Be proud and exalt your quest, no matter how modest, of placing your individual stone in our Eternal City; because the love we consummate from her is worth a thousand sweethearts.
She is my greatest love.
The etymology of passion means "to suffer for love." I love learning the etymology of words because within it betrays the true nature of the phenomenon our ancestors discerned from life itself. We come to understand that pain is not a bug, but a feature. The sacrifice to attain. The fear associated with loss. The hurt of its tragic end. This applies to all things, but is first impactfully felt with the gain and loss of our first love.
Life, like love, is always tragic. First it manifests as a promise, a sacrament, then a loss. Each with its own intensity and beauty.
Understand that the life of a Fascist is always tragic. It starts with a fever dream, crescendos with a bitter fight, and concludes in a tragic end. Each calling, a song worth hearing. Each act, an opera. Each end, a beginning.
Within each of us there exists a Rome. Without, however, we are but one brick, one act, and one devotion towards that collective dream. Be proud and exalt your quest, no matter how modest, of placing your individual stone in our Eternal City; because the love we consummate from her is worth a thousand sweethearts.
She is my greatest love.