The current “civilisation” of the West is due for a fundamental overhaul, without which it is doomed to collapse sooner or later.
It has carried out the most complete perversion of every rational order of things.
The realm of matter, of gold, of the machine, of number, there is no longer spirit, nor liberty, nor light in it.
The West has lost the sense of command and obedience.
It has lost the sense of Action and of Contemplation.
It has lost the sense of hierarchy, of spiritual power, of man-gods.
It no longer knows nature. It is no longer, for Western man, a living
body made of symbols, Gods and ritual gestures—a splendid cosmos, in
which man moves freely, like a microcosm within the macrocosm: it has on
the contrary decayed to an opaque and fatal exteriority, the mystery of
which profane sciences seek to ignore by means of their petty laws and
their petty hypotheses.
The West no longer knows Wisdom: it no longer knows the majestic
silence of those who have mastered themselves, the bright calm of the
Seers, the superb solar reality of those in whom the idea has become
blood, life, and power. Wisdom has been supplanted by the rhetoric of
“philosophy” and “culture”, the realm of professors, journalists, and
sportsmen—the plan, the program, the proclamation. It has succumbed to
sentimental, religious, humanitarian contamination, and the race of
chatterers who run around madly exalting “becoming” and “practice”,
because silence and contemplation frighten them.
The West no longer knows the State: the valorous State, the
Imperium, as synthesis of spirituality and royalty, as a way to the
“supraworld”, as known by the great ancient civilisations from China to
Egypt, from Persia to Rome and to the Holy Roman Empire of the German
Nation, has been submerged in the bourgeois poverty of a trust of slaves
What might war be, war willed in itself, as a value superior both to
winning and losing, as that sacred path to spiritual fulfilment— for
whom the celestial seat of Odin, the Valhalla, is the privilege of the
heroes fallen on the battlefield; for which in Islam, “holy war”, jihad,
is synonymous with “way of God”; for which in Aryan India, the warrior
is side by side with the ascetic and, in classic antiquity, mors
triumphalis is conceived of as victory over death—these formidable
European “activists” no longer know what such a war is. They no longer
know warriors but only soldiers, for them a squabble is enough to
terrorise and force them back to the rhetoric of humanism, pacifism, and
Europe has lost its simplicity, it has lost its centrality, it has
lost its life. The democratic sickness and the Semitic poison corrode it
in all its roots—right down to its law, sciences, and speculative
thought. As for leaders—those beings who distinguish themselves, not by
violence, greed for profit, their ability as exploiters of slaves, but,
on the contrary, by unwavering and transcendent qualities of life—there
are none. Europe is a big anodyne body, possessed and shattered by an
anxiety which no one dares to express, whose blood is gold, whose flesh
is machines, factories and arms, whose brain is a newspaper page—a
shapeless body which tosses restlessly, driven by obscure and
unpredictable forces which implacably crush anyone who tries to oppose
it or even just to avoid its mechanism.
The highly extolled “civilisation” of the West has been able to do
all this. This is the vaunted result of the superstition of
“Progress”—beyond Roman imperiality, the Doric Greece, and all the other
exemplary forms of the great Aryan primordial civilisations.
And the noose tightens everyday around those who are still capable of great loathing and great rebellion.
- From part 1, chapter 1 of Heathen Imperialism, first published as Imperialismo Pagano, 1928.