...to
remain oneself within a world that is constantly trying to make one
something else than what one is, is the highest virtue of mankind,
the ethos of the warrior hero, the one imbued with art and poetry -
and every hero knows that conformity is but a pathetic mimicry of
genius; politics a failure of self-governance, ideology a depravation
of philosophy, normativity a failed imitation of heroism - and
paradise, a dying, receding utopia of fools... here they say: you do
not need your light, we can share ours! But I shall need my own; what
is subjective light if not the only light by which I may outline the
hideous one, and by which I may discern the contours of the beast
rearing in the shadows? For me, there is yet a darkness, it has not
coalesced with light as has happened within paradise. What is your
sole light amidst a billion others, they say. I say, it is
everything, precisely because it is subjective, and it is with this
subjectivity I stake my path of heroes through all the mateiral and
ecumenical truths swallowing like quagmires whole battalions on the
existential frontline!
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