To be illiberal is not enough, such positions can only open up the greater questions of democracy. Dead questions. We are no longer confronted by democracy but the catastrophe of an entire era, and every last one of its forms.
Democracy was providential, and its defeat even more so. Only in confronting this does a new time begin to appear.

“The idea of existence is inseparable from that of the Being, and it manifests itself to us as an effect, of which Being is the cause”

~ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑷𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒚, 𝒃𝒚 𝑽𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒛𝒐 𝑮𝒊𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊

'Yet it is not our part to master all the tides of the world, but to do what is in us for the succour of those years wherein we are set, uprooting the evil in the fields that we know, so that those who live after may have clean earth to till.' - Tolkien

"For a just man falleth seven times, and riseth up again: but the wicked shall fall into mischief."

"Combat of Eros and Antheros", Germán Hernández Amores (10 June 1823 – 16 May 1894), Spanish

From our dear grandfather Nietzsche descends two species of Man: Sartre-de Beavoir and Jünger.

With the first we encounter question of the will to freedom, concived of as self-power, and the denial of any preternatural essence predating existence, indeed even the natural is denied its essence. Humanity begins its war on itself by attack its "restrictions".

Of interest to our readership here is perhaps the fact that with Sartres "Humanity as Freedom", de Beavoir formulates the idea of the socially constructed conditions of sex, in which sexuality is envisioned as an avenue for freedom, that is to say self-power, self-realization. In effect, we witness the doctrine of female emancipation and of sexual revolution recieve their constitution, and the prophesy of the coming of the radical transsexual individual subject. Existenialism is a humanism, but in its bowels we find the hidden skull of Descartes and the echoing Nietzschean madness.

Your homework today:

Read this:
https://www.marxists.org/reference/archive/sartre/works/exist/sartre.htm

Afterwards, watch this:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=gICVYpUWBzo

As a combat reading goes this is not our mostly friendly sparring with Nietzsche. If we take him for the sake of discussion as Nietzsche's offspring, Sartre explains his dark side of existentialism: far from, opposite even, that of his own distant relative Jünger who is anything but degenerative. After all, the inversion of a half-truth is often worse than an outright lie; the vindication of a half-truth is often better than a simple fact.

Nietzscheans, could you see how a reading (including a bad one) of your teacher could possibly lead to both these opposite conclusions, even if, at first, both might seem to have diverged too far from their common source to still be connected?

Idealists and theists, do you identify anything in Nietzsche's thinking that might lead to such ideas as Sartre's? If so, what do you make of Jünger et al. and is existentialism entirely incompatible with your views?

"Reading these novels [Céline and Sartre], one gets the impression of viewing society in a tarnished mirror. Food and drink, the flesh of men and women, even ideas – all becomes listless, suffused with the breath of death. The atmosphere is a concentration camp without barbed wire.
Books you only read once."
~ Ernst Jünger

Some aspects of existentialism are salvageable, for example, in 'Existentialism is a Humanism,' Sartre defines a thing according to how it behaves. This creates a condition of "radical freedom" wherein we are all radically responsible for our own decisions, because how we act in any given circumstance is how we inherently believe all things are to act in the same circumstance. "This action, under this circumstance, is what it means to be a human."

However, Sartre falls short as the fact remains that many different people will choose many different actions, so it tells us nothing about "what it means to be human"- assuming Sartre's premise that there is no ontological prior- except that given radical freedom there are brave humans and there are cowardly humans. Jünger certainly proves that courageous men are a minority.

Whether or not Nietzsche accepts this concept of radical freedom can be debated. I haven't read enough of his works on this subject to know for sure. But I can see how the "will to power" concept must rely on a kind of radical freedom, even if only in the vain of Camus' Sysiphus struggling "in spite of life's absurdity."

13th century image of Bhudevi, who is the personification of Earth and a consort of Varaha, an avatar of Lord Vishnu

Krishna Stealing the Clothes of the Bathing Gopis

Unknown Author. The National Museum of India

"What Nietzsche could not see was that reasoning and law were bound together in the Greek world, impossibly like the Titans and Olympians, like the Gordian Knot. The lesson of Alexander: one can unbind the knot as instinct, but it must be bound again as law."

The introductory critique of Nietzsche is available as an essay here:

https://actaeon.substack.com/p/to-the-true-friedricha-nietzschego

All at once, or in rapid succession; disorienting, profound, simple, accurate. The most thoughtful form of schizoposting I've ever had the delight of experiencing in real time:

https://news.1rj.ru/str/actaeonjournal

One of the recent discussions is that of the NPC, the man totally lost to images in the mind, the spirit. This is a repeat of the Counter-enlightenment ideas in lesser form. To be able to visualize is not enough.
When the poetic or schizophrenic spirit hears the word "apple" he sees a tree, a field, the hidden microcosm of pollen wafting in the wind, a sunset, entire orchards, a man poisoned by arsenic. This is opposed to the modern man who sees, absolutely nothing.
The apocalypse in a word, iconomachy.
What separates the poet and the schizophrenic is their capacity of self-limitation, the giving of absolute form. One must have the intuition, the ability to see like a Cyclops, and yet also the will and control over the hand that we see with Hephaestus – without this, the greatest work of art, indeed, something beyond art – – the Shield of Achilles – – would never have been possible.

"And on the fire he [Hephaestus] put stubborn bronze and tin and precious gold and silver; and thereafter he set on the anvil-block a great anvil, and took in one hand a massive hammer, and in the other took he the tongs. First fashioned he a shield, great and sturdy, adorning it cunningly in every part, and round about it set a bright rim, threefold and glittering, and therefrom made fast a silver baldric. Five were the layers of the shield itself; and on it he wrought many curious devices with cunning skill. Therein he wrought the earth, therein the heavens therein the sea, and the unwearied sun, and the moon at the full, and therein all the constellations wherewith heaven is crowned—the Pleiades, and the Hyades and the mighty Orion, and the Bear, that men call also the Wain, that circleth ever in her place, and watcheth Orion, and alone hath no part in the baths of Ocean. Therein fashioned he also two cities of mortal men exceeding fair. In the one there were marriages and feastings, and by the light of the blazing torches they were leading the brides from their bowers through the city, and loud rose the bridal song. And young men were whirling in the dance, and in their midst flutes and lyres sounded continually; and there the women stood each before her door and marvelled. But the folk were gathered in the place of assembly; for there a strife had arisen, and two men were striving about the blood-price of a man slain; the one avowed that he had paid all, declaring his cause to the people, but the other refused to accept aught; and each was fain to win the issue on the word of a daysman. Moreover, the folk were cheering both, shewing favour to this side and to that. And heralds held back the folk, and the elders were sitting upon polished stones in the sacred circle, holding in their hands the staves of the loud-voiced heralds. Therewith then would they spring up and give judgment, each in turn. And in the midst lay two talents of gold, to be given to him whoso among them should utter the most righteous judgment. But around the other city lay in leaguer two hosts of warriors gleaming in armour. And twofold plans found favour with them, either to lay waste the town or to divide in portions twain all the substance that the lovely city contained within. Howbeit the besieged would nowise hearken thereto, but were arming to meet the foe in an ambush. The wall were their dear wives and little children guarding, as they stood thereon, and therewithal the men that were holden of old age; but the rest were faring forth, led of Ares and Pallas Athene, both fashioned in gold, and of gold was the raiment wherewith they were clad. Goodly were they and tall in their harness, as beseemeth gods, clear to view amid the rest, and the folk at their feet were smaller. But when they were come to the place where it seemed good unto them to set their ambush, in a river-bed where was a watering-place for all herds alike, there they sate them down, clothed about with flaming bronze. Thereafter were two scouts set by them apart from the host, waiting till they should have sight of the sheep and sleek cattle. And these came presently, and two herdsmen followed with them playing upon pipes; and of the guile wist they not at all. But the liers-in-wait, when they saw these coming on, rushed forth against them and speedily cut off the herds of cattle and fair flocks of white-fleeced sheep, and slew the herdsmen withal. But the besiegers, as they sat before the places of gathering and heard much tumult among the kine, mounted forthwith behind their high-stepping horses, and set out thitherward, and speedily came upon them. Then set they their battle in array and fought beside the river banks, and were ever smiting one another with bronze-tipped spears. And amid them Strife and Tumult joined in the fray, and deadly Fate, grasping one man alive, fresh-wounded, another without a wound, and another she dragged dead through the mellay by the feet; and the raiment that she had about her shoulders was red with the blood of men. ...

Even as living mortals joined they in the fray and fought; and they were haling away each the bodies of the others' slain. Therein he set also soft fallow-land, rich tilth and wide, that was three times ploughed; and ploughers full many therein were wheeling their yokes and driving them this way and that. And whensoever after turning they came to the headland of the field, then would a man come forth to each and give into his hands a cup of honey-sweet wine; and the ploughmen would turn them in the furrows, eager to reach the headland of the deep tilth. And the field grew black behind and seemed verily as it had been ploughed, for all that it was of gold; herein was the great marvel of the work. Therein he set also a king's demesne-land, wherein labourers were reaping, bearing sharp sickles in their hands. Some handfuls were falling in rows to the ground along the swathe, while others the binders of sheaves were binding with twisted ropes of straw. Three binders stood hard by them, while behind them boys would gather the handfuls, and bearing them in their arms would busily give them to the binders; and among them the king, staff in hand, was standing in silence at the swathe, joying in his heart. And heralds apart beneath an oak were making ready a feast, and were dressing a great ox they had slain for sacrifice; and the women sprinkled the flesh with white barley in abundance, for the workers' mid-day meal. Therein he set also a vineyard heavily laden with clusters, a vineyard fair and wrought of gold; black were the grapes, and the vines were set up throughout on silver poles. And around it he drave a trench of cyanus, and about that a fence of tin; and one single path led thereto, whereby the vintagers went and came, whensoever they gathered the vintage. And maidens and youths in childish glee were bearing the honey-sweet fruit in wicker baskets. And in their midst a boy made pleasant music with a clear-toned lyre, and thereto sang sweetly the Linos-song with his delicate voice; and his fellows beating the earth in unison therewith followed on with bounding feet mid dance and shoutings. And therein he wrought a herd of straight-horned kine: the kine were fashioned of gold and tin, and with lowing hasted they forth from byre to pasture beside the sounding river, beside the waving reed. And golden were the herdsmen that walked beside the kine, four in number, and nine dogs swift of foot followed after them. But two dread lions amid the foremost kine were holding a loud-lowing bull, and he, bellowing mightily, was haled of them, while after him pursued the dogs and young men. The lions twain had rent the hide of the great bull, and were devouring the inward parts and the black blood, while the herdsmen vainly sought to fright them, tarring on the swift hounds. Howbeit these shrank from fastening on the lions, but stood hard by and barked and sprang aside. Therein also the famed god of the two strong arms wrought a pasture in a fair dell, a great pasture of white-fleeced sheep, and folds, and roofed huts, and pens. Therein furthermore the famed god of the two strong arms cunningly wrought a dancing-floor like unto that which in wide Cnosus Daedalus fashioned of old for fair-tressed Ariadne. There were youths dancing and maidens of the price of many cattle, holding their hands upon the wrists one of the other. Of these the maidens were clad in fine linen, while the youths wore well-woven tunics faintly glistening with oil; and the maidens had fair chaplets, and the youths had daggers of gold hanging from silver baldrics. Now would they run round with cunning feet exceeding lightly, as when a potter sitteth by his wheel that is fitted between his hands and maketh trial of it whether it will run; and now again would they run in rows toward each other. And a great company stood around the lovely dance, taking joy therein; and two tumblers whirled up and down through the midst of them as leaders in the dance. Therein he set also the great might of the river Oceanus, around the uttermost rim of the strongly-wrought shield. ...

But when he had wrought the shield, great and sturdy, then wrought he for him a corselet brighter than the blaze of fire, and he wrought for him a heavy helmet, fitted to his temples, a fair helm, richly-dight, and set thereon a crest of gold; and he wrought him greaves of pliant tin."

- Homer, Iliad XVIII 474-614