This morning I got up and read my Facebook, Lucianne, Drudge. And I found myself linking an article describing the terrors of Brussels on my Facebook, and pointing out the obvious, that these people want Sharia Law in Europe, which means the abrogation of women’s rights, racial rights, homosexual rights, the freedom of speech, and the very ability to not agree with them about anything without being physically attacked and hurt.
I posted the obvious. Then I did my routine. And somewhere in there–I usually find rolling my shoulders very relaxing–it hit me that the obvious is indeed obvious. What is not obvious is why so many people have such a hard time telling and accepting the truth, or at least what appears to me to clearly be the truth. I deleted my post. I realized I was planting seeds which could not be received precisely by the people who most needed them. The seeds were unnecessary for people with intact perceptual capacities, and invisible to everyone else.
A great many people in our time have a hard time just existing. Large numbers of us are killing themselves. If memory serves, more people now die in the United States of suicide than in car accidents. If not, then the numbers are knocking on that door.
And I think to European history over the past century. Even before the first World War, people were saying life was meaningless. Even before that war the intelligentsia was repeating “God is dead”. After that war, they were filled with fatigue and horror. Most of them turned to one Fascism or another, such as Bolshevism, although no doubt Scientism–which interacted with both–also played a role. Nazism was “scientific” based on biological evolution. Communism was “scientific”, based on economic evolution.
Both had no use for the individual, and perhaps this is precisely why they were so valued.
I look at Brussels today, and what do the white people–the people who founded that nation, built it, and who have maintained it–have to live for? Most of them are atheists, and most of them can be assumed to be what I call Sybaritic Leftists, which is to say people who reject the necessity of pain in life, and view a life of relative comfort and ease as the highest good.
They are decadent, in other words. How can one speak hard truths to decadent people? I do not see a way.
I love to preach. Preaching is my way to feel like I am making a difference. But the truth, of course, is that I make very little difference. You cannot make the deaf hear.
And I find a place in myself which is still capable of viewing them with kindness. We may all be on a bus to hell, but I do not need to be so angry. My life does not make the Pacific any larger, and my eventual passing will not diminish it.
I do of course worry about my children. But my belief is that we choose our lives. They chose their lives. They chose what they would experience. I have no control over that, and even though I will never cease from my striving, this world does not exist to meet my needs, to be kind, or even to be comprehensible. This is still no reason to feel sorry for myself, or be less happy.