This Dark Age

A manual for life in the modern world.

By Daniel Schwindt

This Dark Age is now available in paperback on Amazon. The print version is MUCH cleaner than this online version, which is largely unedited and has fallen by the wayside as the project has grown. If you’ve appreciated my writing, please consider leaving a review on the relevant paperback volumes. The print edition also includes new sections (Military History, War Psychology, Dogmatic Theology).

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Life anesthetized

You will suffer neither the hunger of famine nor the decay of disease. You will be fed all too well, and the medicalization of life from birth to death will present you with the possibility of a life almost completely without pain. The ancients saw great value in suffering, and in a ready death. For the first time in human history you will have to decide for yourself if they were right, and if suffering is worth the experience. You will have to discern for yourself whether the anesthetized life, impossible before men of old but easily achieved by you, presents great dangers. You will not have your courage tested on the battlefield, for there are no longer any battlefields on which real human combat can take place. Man has withdrawn from that field to the degree that he is wealthy enough to enlist machines to fight for him. There will be no enemy blade to run you through. No: you will instead be impaled every day by your own impotence. Should you crave a battlefield on which to test yourself you will only find a variety of surrogates—sports, fitness, or even bar brawls—all to no end. Your black eyes and your record-breaking bench press will never offer you anything like the serenity of the warrior who has come to master both mind and body. To die by the sword was once an honor. Upon his death the warrior knew himself to be worthy of heaven. But to the battle of the “rat race” is much different: frantic on the outside it leaves the inner man untouched and left to rot. If he wishes to keep his soul alive, he must do it on his own, ‘privately,’ which is contrary to the human condition. He is left to his own devices, without support or guidance, and after trying very hard to find meaning, he usually slips back into complacence. To splash aimlessly and then drown in one’s own inner inertia is an eternal disgrace. On his death bed the modern man questions whether or not he is even worthy of limbo. He senses that heaven is only for men who have felt some sort of fire, and he dies as confused as he lived.

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