If you stare into a fire long enough, you can forget that anything else exists.
I write to you from a distance.
The trees are my fence. I have several staffs driven into the ground, and when I come upon a tree and look up and up and realize it’s not a staff, it is a great feeling. One communicates with God. One understands his sense of humor, his art.
A virgin South American would not know what to make of the sentence “it was cold, but at least it was snowing.” Yet it is true. I come to you from afar.
It is good to have enemies, in this life. The reason South Americans hate gringos is that they represent order. South Americans were made by, in, and for turmoil. A South American could not understand not wanting turmoil. Yet we know that people like this exist, that they are a component of existence. And knowing this increases our sense of superiority. And so we are glad that they exist. We would not have a world without them.
Of course, this is a trend, a balance, an economy. People of both types exist in all places. And the hierarchies which these trends create and by which they are perpetuated can, by concerted efforts, by the tip of the pendulum, be upset.
Perhaps the United States is reaching a state where it is bored of order, where it wants the freedom that its founders mythiziced about. Of course, only a gringo would wait until complete mastery over the world to reach this point. That is why God loves them.
In Europe, this is no longer possible. In Europe, the spirit is dead. And only serfdom is possible. Serfdom and suffering. Even though there is no reason to suffer. Suffering for the sake of serfdom.
Here we are giving way to the notion that Russia is not Europe. But a distinction has to be made, a separation. Because, in Russia, there is still health.
I write to you from a distance. With the blackness of a cyrillic letter.
I grew up surrounded by fascists. It didn’t use to be taboo. There was a feeling, at one point, that racism had no political incidence, and so it was allowable. The saying went in Venezuela: “if you go to New York and call someone a nigger, you will get your ass kicked.” It wasn’t a problem at all that you might have this compunction. Black people had reached the status of a nation, with honor to defend and all that. In the US. Elsewhere, as it had been custom in civilized places since time immemorial, they where simply members of the civitas. Anybody’s feelings towards anybody else within the civitas was a personal problem. Anybody outside the civitas had a status lower than the person within that civitas of whom you had the lowest opinion. This is still so. Where there is health.
Fascists can sometimes be the charmingest of people. The real ones, the originals, not these new age, millenial, emo degenerations. They often will be just as charming with the people they ostensibly hate. A person that is at peace with their own opinions is a healthy person, and will behave in a healthy way. But maybe this is just a Mediterranean thing. Probably only derivatively, by virtue of being an imperial society, a society of many nations, such as Russia is. Or China. Or even Arabia. The problem in Arabia came with nationalism, which came with communism, and it is a story so convoluted and insipid that it is not worth getting into. Suffice to say that Israel is probably the single biggest manifestation of health by head count. One must remember, the idea of Israel was born under the Sultanate, under the shadow of Bismarck. And it was held by people around the world, unpolluted by the events that were to transpire in Arabia thereafter.
Israel was born in the streets of Vienna, where Freud smoked his cigars as he walked to and fro. Where civility has a candidate for pinnacle. Even Paris must have felt the threat. But Paris does not feel anything, it is too hot anyway and who put ice in this water.
Paris does not have hot bitches, even though they are all sluts. They are ladies, and that is what we call them.
Ah, Paris. You split the world in two.