Who am I? Who are you? We are everyone and we are no one. We are postmodern consumers who choose our lifestyles based on what we like to buy. We are seen as interchangable parts, if that at all. We are told we don’t have a culture, that we’re lame, that we’re vanilla, that “we got no soul.”
For many, a call to quietism and retreat seems to be in order. But that is just an invitation to go gently into that good night. What we need isn’t some retreat away from our times and the tempests that surround us. What we need is a relighting of the fire of our ancestors in order to rebuild our future.
We are descendents of Achilles and Odysseus, Aeneas and Caesar, Charlemagne and Dante, and yes, even John Smith and Hernán Cortés (as much as our enemies are loath to admit). These men forged onwards to new horizons, defended their people in the darkest hours, and performed deeds that have lived hundreds and thousands of years after their passing.
What we face now is the battle for ourselves. Yes, the storm is brewing on the horizon. Our homelands are being overrun and our ruling class seems ever more impotent. But what we need first is a return from exile.
For the ancients, exile from the polis was a fate worse than death. It meant being cut off from family and community, the lifeblood of one’s people. Aristotle noted that a man outside of society would become either a beast or a god. I hate to break it to you, dear reader, but we are being turned into beasts who masquerade as gods.
We have to return from exile, back to the inner homeland and voice of our people before it’s too late. As Richard Spencer says, we have to “become who we are.” If we don’t, we will never return to that well that drove our forefathers from Troy to the stars!
Wake up! Return from exile! You can go home again!