RISING RACE

"Let nothing trouble you; smile to the very end, even if that smile is but a mask you hold before yourself: that is no small thing. Man can do no more than overcome himself in death. And even the immortal gods envy him this, against their will." — Jünger

“No easy hope or lies Shall bring us to our goal, But iron sacrifice Of body, will, and soul.” ― Kipling

You only get anxious about social interaction when you're being selfish. Thinking about how you are being perceived leads to anxiety. "How am I going to feel? Are people going to look at me? Will they think I'm cool?" As soon as you change the focus in interactions from yourself to the other person, anxiety disappears. How can I make the other person feel great in this interaction? How can I make their day better? How can I inform or help them? How can I make them feel loved? Immediately, in consideration for the other, all concerns of the self melt away.

"It is something great and greatening to cherish an ideal; to act in the light of truth that is far-away and far above; to set aside the near advantage, the momentary pleasure; the snatching of seeming good to self; and to act for remoter ends, for higher good, and for interests other than our own." — Chamberlain, "Bayonet Forward"

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.

William Shakespeare (Edward de Vere) A Midsummer Nights Dream

This is exactly what makes us so intoxicating and why people feel so drawn to us. It's not just the substance of our vision, but we are first to merge the aesthetic drama of theater with power. D'Annunzio and Marinetti were the first in the modern era but it hails from a long practiced story that is absolutely necessary. More than anything, man's soul thirsts for purpose in their part of the Epic you sing. Never forget the importance of making men dream... and leading them in acting it out in their waking life. The only true DREAM is an ACT!

"To die like that, as one day I saw him die, the friend who lightning bolts and glances divine hurled in my dark youth. Bold and profound, a dancer in the battle; the most laughing among the fighters, the most serious among the victors, holding a fate above his fate, harsh, meditative, premeditating: shuddering because he conquered, exultant because dying he conquered: giving orders while dying and ordering that he be annihilated. To die like that, As one day I saw him die Conquering, annihilating." — Nietzsche

"I have taught you to handle a sword; you have legs of iron, a fist of steel, fight whenever you can; fight all the more because duels are forbidden, and therefore takes twice the courage to fight." M. d'Artagnan Sr. The Three Musketeers

Let us face ourselves. We are Hyperboreans; we know very well how far off we live. 'Neither by land nor by sea will you find the way to the Hyperboreans' - Pindar already knew this about us. Beyond the north, ice, and death - our life, our happiness. We have discovered happiness, we know the way, we have found the exit out of the labyrinth of thousands of years. Who else has found it? Modern man perhaps? 'I have got lost; I am everything that has got lost,' sighs modern man. This modernity was our sickness: lazy peace, cowardly compromise, the whole virtuous uncleanliness of the modern Yes and No. … Rather live in the ice than among modern virtues and other south winds! We were intrepid enough, we spared neither ourselves nor others; but for a long time we did not know where to turn with our intrepidity. We became gloomy, we were called fatalists. Our fatum - abundance, tension, the damming of strength. We thirsted for lightning and deeds and were most remote from the happiness of the weakling, 'resignation.' In our atmosphere was a thunderstorm; the nature we are became dark - for we saw no way. Formula for our happiness: a Yes, a No, a straight line, a goal. Nietzsche The Anti-Christ

Satan Summoning his Legions 1796-1797 Sir Thomas Lawrence

Was it not part of the secret black art of truly grand politics of revenge, of a farseeing, subterranean, slowly advancing, and premeditated revenge, that Israel must itself deny the real instrument of its revenge before all the world as a mortal enemy and nail it to the cross, so that 'all the world,' namely all the opponents of Israel, could unhesitatingly swallow just this bait? And could spiritual subtlety imagine any more dangerous bait than this? Anything to equal the enticing, intoxicating, overwhelming, and undermining power of that symbol of the 'holy cross,' that ghastly paradox of a 'God on the cross,' that mystery of an unimaginable ultimate cruelty and self-crucifixion of God for the salvation of man? Friedrich Nietzsche On the Genealogy of Morals