As little flowers,
which the chill of night has bent and huddled,
when the white sun strikes,
grow straight and open fully on their stems,

so did I, too, with my exhausted force;
and such warm daring rushed into my heart
that I—as one who has been freed—began.’

- Dante

Either life is a liturgical repetition, a continual affirmation of creation’s goodness, or it is Sisyphus pushing his boulder up the hill.

The key concept of Jünger’s theory is Gestalt; by this, he means a whole that includes something greater than the sum of its parts.

A person is greater than the sum of atoms, a family is greater than the union of a man and a woman, and a nation is greater than the sum of citizens living in the same territory.

All human history is a struggle of Gestalts. Jünger claims that ‘man, as a Gestalt, belongs to eternity’.

"My garden gives me more certainty than any philosophical system."
~ Ernst Jünger

One can toil in the realm of words endlessly to no end, but an afternoon tending one's tiny patch of the realm of Life is invaluable.

The respite of a taste of autumn amidst the sweltering summer—midsummer's winter.
The refreshment the salt of the earth grants the mountain steam—earthern water.
The holy man who realizes justice will only be brought by his own hands—warrior in the priest.
The man who allows himself to be enraptured and forever molded by a work of art—femininity in masculinity.
The outlaw who turns on his own when they commit truly evil acts—Olympianism in Titanism.
The lightning bolt of glory flashing in the darkness of modernity— Golden Age within the Kali Yuga.

The greatness of these fleeting moments are harmonies within the eternally churning alchemal operations of Nature, and all of them are lost when one is blinded by compartmentalized and dichotomous thinking. How could one perform the Great Work without first performing the lowest works? How could one stand as a king before God without first being a peasant before the world?

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The King of Thule (1896) by Pierre Jean van der Ouderaa

There was a king in Thule,
Was faithful till the grave,
To whom his mistress, dying,
A golden goblet gave.

Nought was to him more precious;
He drained it at every bout;
His eyes with tears ran over,
As oft as he drank thereout.

When came his time of dying,
The towns in his land he told,
Nought else to his heir denying
Except the goblet of gold.

He sat at the royal banquet
With his knights of high degree,
In the lofty hall of his fathers
In the castle by the sea.

There stood the old carouser,
And drank the last life-glow;
And hurled the hallowed goblet
Into the tide below.

He saw it plunging and filling,
And sinking deep in the sea:
Then fell his eyelids for ever,
And never more drank he!



Der König in Thule (The King in Thule).
by Goethe (Translated from german by Bayard Taylor)

Der König in Thule (The King in Thule)
by Goethe

Lessons for the Post-Right

Anti-intellectualism has taken over the general population and revolutionary circles, it cannot be countered with a worse form of anti-intellectualism. Philosophy is necessary to train our intuition and sharpen the instincts – powerful decisions demand this.

"The elements of the upper
and lower worlds come together.
Hence it is that words
attributed to the former are masculine,
whereas feminine nouns
are fittingly applied to the latter,
because they conceive the seed of things
like a woman."
~ Carmina Burana

"For the primal transcendent Fire does not enfold its own power into matter by actions, but by intellect. For intellect sprung from fiery intellect is the craftsman of the world."

- 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒐'𝒔 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒆𝒖𝒔, 𝒃𝒚 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒓

A great denoscription of Tradition. How could you forsake your divine origins by not taking responsibly for your actions, or worse, your inactions? That is the moral and theological force that must lie at the center of any aristocracy. Otherwise it has become stagnant and decadent, devoid of the mythic Life it had once possessed.

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Our next Substack article in the works will touch on some of the same themes: Imperium, spiritual race, and the genesis of aristocracy. In the mean time expect some thoughts here relating to those topics.

Coffee, the drink of (sub)urban busybodies, bestows industrious reasoning that comes with its manic energy. A favorite of Kant, Voltaire, and Kierkegard.

Beer, the liquid bread of the masses, is versatile enough to act as a stimulant or narcotic in any given situation, filling the stomach and the mind with emotion. A favorite of Luther, Marx, and many others—Nietzsche (and many others) hated it.

Wine, nectar of the gods, sweet bounty of the Earth embuned by the heavenly muses with the very essence of art and philosophy. Favorited by Heidegger, Avicenna, Socrates, kings, emperors, and gods.