There are two races of men on Earth. The first - of a stifling number - is content to satisfy the basic needs of existence. Material concerns, family concerns limit its field. Love, sometimes, casts its shadow there, but strictly egoistic and reduced to the scale of the rest.
The other race, although subject to the yoke of hunger, carnal pleasure and tenderness, carries its ambition further and higher. To flourish and simply to breathe, it needs a more beautiful, more pure and spiritual climate. He must untie ordinary limits, exalt the being beyond himself. Subject him to some great unseen force and lift him up to her. The poverty of man hurts her, despairs her. The inaccessible alone attracts it like redemption and the victory of the human condition.

Joseph Kessel

I would still post for nobody but myself, but there is great value in community so I would like to change what I can to foster the most discussion. Let me know what you engage with so I know what posts to make for you.

Since the roots of our natures are established in divinity, from which also we are produced, we should tenaciously adhere to our root; for streams also of water, and other offspring of the earth, when their roots are cut off become rotten and dry.

The Pythagorean Sentences of Demophilus

According to traditional man the physical plane merely contains effects; nothing takes place in this world that did not originate first in the next world or in the invisible dimension.

Julius Evola

According to the traditional view, man as such is not reducible to purely biological, instinctive, hereditary, naturalistic determinisms; if all this has its part, which is wrongly neglected by a spiritualism of dubious value, the fact still remains that man distinguishes himself from the animal insofar as he participates also in a super-natural, super-biological element, solely in accordance with which he can be free and be himself.

Generally, these two aspects of the human being are not necessarily in contradiction with one another. Although it obeys its own laws, which must be respected, that which in man is ‘nature’ allows itself to be the organ and instrument of expression and action of that in him which is more than ‘nature.

Julius Evola

In this conception every victory had a mystical side in the most objective sense of the term: in the victor, the chief, the imperator, applauded on the battlefield, was sensed the momentary manifestation of a divine force, which transfigured and trans-humanised him

Julius Evola

Colonel John Boyd's approach to tactical decision making: the OODA Loop

Colonel Boyd was a fighter pilot, who served in the United States Air Force during World War II, the Korean War, and Vietnam. The OODA Loop was originally known as the “Boyd cycle.” OODA loops are denoscriptions of tactical air-to-air engagement, means of adjusting strategies in constant coevolution with one’s strategic environment, and metaphors for life itself. "...without OODA Loops... we will find it impossible to comprehend, shape, adapt to, and in turn be shaped by an unfolding, evolving reality that is uncertain, ever changing, and unpredictable" (Boyd, 1995). The process of observation, orientation, decision, action represents what takes place during the command and control (C&C) process.

1. Observe (Information Gathering)
2. Orientate (Filter & comprehend the information)
3. Decide (Make the best possible decision based on the filtered information)
4. Act (Take action / react)

Boyd, J. (1995). The Essence of Winning and Losing.

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

[The World Is Too Much With Us - William Wordsworth]