This Dark Age

A manual for life in the modern world.

By Daniel Schwindt

NOTICE:
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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One way ticket

There is no going back, no matter the pain. Because of this you might be inclined to curse the spirit for having shown you something that you cannot un-see; for planting in you a new thirst when you were satiated or at least ignorant of what you lacked. Part of you is annoyed with the Divine for intruding, but the other part of you begs for more of what you have been shown. From that moment on you will have ‘two souls at war in your breast.’ This is the schism of the man; I believe that many do not feel this disturbance, and because of this I know they are asleep. That is why you must stop expecting everyone you meet to understand what you say. No matter how loudly you shout, how softly you whisper, or how clearly you enunciate, the men in the street will not hear you:

It is the business of the very few to be independent; it is a privilege of the strong. And whoever attempts it, even with the best right, but without being obliged to do so, proves that he is probably not only strong, but also daring beyond measure. He enters into a labyrinth, he multiplies a thousandfold the dangers which life in itself already brings with it; not the least of which is that no one can see how and where he loses his way, becomes isolated, and is torn piecemeal by some minotaur of conscience. Supposing such a one comes to grief, it is so far from the comprehension of men that they neither feel it, nor sympathize with it. And he cannot any longer go back! He cannot even go back again to the sympathies of men![1]

This is perhaps what Spengler meant when he said that “Our duty is to hold on to the lost position, without hope, without rescue, like that Roman soldier whose bones were found in front of a door in Pompeii, who, during the eruption of Vesuvius, died at his post because they forgot to relieve him.” My ideal reader is able to understand this kind of sentiment. The man I have in mind is not at peace, but neither is he necessarily in distress. He is simply suspicious, as one who knows he is being lied to. One who wanders without being lost. He lives out for himself the ancient maxim: “straight even when bent; whole even in fragments.”

[1] Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, 29.

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