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Toward A Post-Western Aesthetic

At heart, the problem with Western Civilization is that it falls into the trap of the peacock’s tail striving for constant growth with flashy results but little thought of basic utility, sustainability, or resilience in the face of sudden shocks.

So great is the focus on competing for dominance now that no one has the time to think centuries ahead.

The truth is Western civilization and its philosophy was utterly discredited by the 20th century with its World Wars, Communist mega-states that killed off tens of millions, disasters like the Great Depression and Spanish Flu that the destruction and despair made possible.

Let’s face it, no one really believes in their hearts anymore that the future is good or meaningful and there’s no going back to the way it was.  The mood of the collective subconscious has been pre-apocalyptic since around the year 2000 and now among the most dominant symbols in the modern imagination are zombies that represent social alienation and atomization and evil clowns that represent mass sociopathy and chaos.

Symbol of a society where no one knows their neighbor and has to compete against everyone in a dehumanized rat race. Zombies originally a metaphor among Africans for how slavery took away one’s previous identity.

Symbol of a society where you have to adopt dark triad traits to survive. And our secret dissatisfaction with such a social order. Secretly many of us would just like to watch it all burn but can’t admit it even to ourselves.

The evolution of the West has produced impressive deer antlers but has created a society that is top-heavy and fragile.
The cost spiral started to get out of control with the rise of professional armies and the end of the feudal system until now it costs a trillion dollars to design a new weapon system, let alone manufacture, maintain, or deploy it and nearly a trillion every year to pay for old people and their medical care.  Soon, even all the wealth in the world can’t pay the basic bills and eventually even ever-growing loans can’t fill all the gaps.

Western civilization, with its stock markets, its winner-take-all economic systems and social status markets worships the growth pattern of short-lived weeds that choke the ground in a hurry before winter wipes them all away.  

I would rather worship the growth pattern of lichens that creep slowly, meticulously reinforcing each new growth area against hardship.
I would envision an ideal future civilization as being minimalistic, practical, and durable in its applications of technologies.
 
Extreme disparity in cost is why a single division worth of guerillas can challenge all the world’s great powers in the Middle East, why a guy with an ak-47 riding on a donkey beats a cruise missile or a drone, why a handful of men with boxcutters can shift the course of a nuclear superpower for decades, why an illegal immigrant Mexican roofer can have 3 kids while a salary striver that makes 70k a year can’t even afford 1 kid.
In future warfare, high technology will be limited to targets of appropriate value and low value forces will try to exert stategic pressure that forces cost-inefficient responses.

Much of the vanity of West is its stubborn insistence dating back to Christianity and reinforced by the Enlightenment that man inhabits a different universe than the rest of nature.  In truth the same laws that govern planets, rocks, animals, and bacteria bind humans just the same.

To set the tone for a society that works with the nature of the universe rather than try to defy it, we must begin to imagine what a Post-Western society might look and feel like.
In my next post I will begin to explore a possible aesthetic for such an order, according to my own sensibilities.  

My aesthetic will be austere, minimal, defensive, yet embrace a sort of stark beauty in contrast to a modern civilization of neon-bright advertisements that overload the eyes as high fructose corn syrup overwhelms the palate.

But it also won’t echo the old West cathedrals and row-houses with their straight lines and rigid rectangles, however pretty or pleasing they may be.
My aesthetic will try to appear more fluid, representing a lack of boundaries between man and nature, between intellect and the flesh.  For it’s precisely such dichotomies that gave rise to the West’s most debilitating neuroses.

Supervillains and ‘Losers’

or So You Think You’re Part of ‘Society’

For some time now, a certain segment of an internet counterculture, especially in the manosphere have started cheering for the villains.

Villains are the epitome of the anti-social, the outsider. While the villain may have a certain audacity and strength the audience can admire, he’s also supposed to have certain flaws that cause us to totally reject his cause and ultimately despise him.

Yet what happens when millions of young men are effectively invisible outsiders?

Does the villain still seem like such a bad guy?

To begin to answer these questions:

What makes a young man part of society?
What does society owe a young man, if anything in order to gain his commitment?

We might look at historical standards to get some kind of answer to these questions.

To have a place:

A man must have at least an ongoing apprenticeship into a trade(some prospect of a career) and at least betrothal by the time he is 18 years of age.

And this is an extreme proposition. By age 18, a young man has already endured 4-5 long years of endless sexual frustration and many grueling years of training.
Nearly any long-lived culture has made sure its invested young men have had some kind of outlet long before this point.
Where is our typical ‘modern’ young man at age 18, the age of adulthood, the age beyond which he should be productive and contributing as an adult?

He has no ‘real’ job, no prospect of a job, no concrete job skills, no prospect of children or marriage, no meaningful direction from adults about how to make any of these things happen.

Everyone tells him he must get more training, invest more years of his life and then ‘society’ will welcome him into its ranks.

Grandparents, parents, uncles, aunts, ‘friends’….they give a patronizing pat on the shoulder and say their variations of the same thing.
“It will all work out.”

Years pass, achievements are achieved but no future, no membership into ‘society’ materializes.

The future offers void upon void.

A less young man turns to family and authority figures. “It will all work out.” they say.

So the man now presses onwards, still not knowing towards what, if anything.

One day a demon sits with him in the small room he lives in on his sub-subsistence income.

That demon gives him the first honest conversation he’s ever heard.

“You actually fell for all of it!” The demon giggles. “Don’t you realize! Everything you’ve ever been told is a lie! They will all keep telling you the same thing even as your hair turns gray! Do you think they are really on your side? Do they really care about you?”

The young man stares mutely and dumbly at the sinister shadow that sits across from him. The demon continues:

“Young men are a dime a dozen. Not all of them can be ‘winners.’ Don’t you know that!? The attrition of young men is just how biology, how ‘society’ works! Those people who are supposed to help you: they will gladly tell you ‘everything is all right’ even as the last fading opportunities in life slip by. Subconsciously, some part of them knows you are just more meat being fed into Darwin’s grinder. After all, ‘society’ is for women and the 1/5 of men women actually want. You’re kidding yourself if you think you’re actually a member of this society. You’re on your own.”

With that last, the demon vanishes.

The man wants to forget what he heard and dismiss it as nonsense. But he can’t. It tortures him by day and in his dreams. He swings back and forth between despair and rage.

Perhaps he’s heard of the Mormon polygamists who exile their “lost boys” into our larger ‘society’. Where then does this ‘society’ send its “lost boys?” His mind is blank at this question. That blank is his life.

This is a beginning to what some have come to call: “taking the red pill.”

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