Until then, what’s important is to rise above, ride the tiger and claim the individual will to power. Black Flag, Julius Evola and Friedrich Nietzsche all rolled into one. And no, the will to power is not the will to dominate. People who preach these misinterpretations are most often people who say Nietzsche was a Nazi, even though they haven’t read one single text by the man. Ignore the ignorants.
We should acknowledge the laws of society and act as loyal citizens, to a certain extent, but since the real revolution starts within (Refused told me that sixteen years ago) we shall strike from the inside, like a samurai having taken advantage of the power of his enemy for so long, patiently awaiting the final blow to be executed with perfection and precision against the modern dying world. We shall rise from the abyss, out of the dark into the black light by means of occult warfare. Legions arise! To the death!
Well, maybe not that romantic and heroic, but one must be able to dream. Because, seriously, what kind of world awaits our children? They will inherit a culture of high anxiety, fear, stress and depression that constantly borders on a state of panic disorder. This is a world that offers no future, but fails to admit this fact. And all this chaos stems from civilization itself, a civilization that passively accepts its own decline. Hence, modern civilization is worth nothing but death.
‘Progress’ is not progress, it’s everlasting destruction
Technology is backwards
Born of machine
Slave to machine
Modern civilization, a contradiction in terms
In terms of survival
Are we alone?
Man is made to obey thee… Are we nothing but living…
A dead hand, it’s work expresses death
No spirit in it’s skeletal framework
The falsification of Man, to what end?
To what end?
Perverted ingenuity of Man
Fools, we’ve lost our earthly wisdom
Not the way of nature
In a man-made state of disarray
7 thoughts on “>The Falsification of Man – To What End?”
>Kom att tänka på det här citatet när jag läste ditt inlägg: "Bone Awl listens to an old, anti social voice, but we know clearly who we are not. We are not anything except this awful, paranoid, postmodern human.
The world moves on and an arrowhead turns up. World’s do really end. Things go extinct eternally. We are waiting to surface in the garbage dump and be examined. It is now at this point that the story is told, the values have hardened on its face like warts. Now, we know what it’s made of. We rub dirt on our living bodies to make the decomposition process easier and faster. We wear natural materials that dissolve as to not distract attention from what really matters.
Bone Awl accepts its own death. It accepts its place in life’s wild somersaulting. When the mummy is exhumed and it’s leather pouch examined, we want to, however, somehow remind humanity of how they have gone horribly awry to a new, farther length."
>Ja, det där är bra. Synd att jag inte gillar bandet…
>Alltså, det är ju din förlust. Men det är väl som med mig och Neurosis.
>Ja, precis. Man kan ju inte gilla allt.
>Gilla, som man skriver på Tryneboka.
Vill du skriva i Vargatid förresten?
Vi ska snart ge ut ett nytt ex av vårt zine.
>Som alltid jävligt intressant och bra skrivet.
Neurosisdängan sitter som en känga i bröstet.
>Pierre: Sorry, glömde svara på det här. Tackar för erbjudandet, men avböjer – för tillfället i alla fall.