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This says a lot, A LOT about our society.
>spend the better part of a day hiking up a mountain
>at the peak there's a parking lot full of chinese tourists
what would Evola say about this
>we live in dark times
people were shit to begin with. nothing has changed. plebs being plebs. poor programming. same behaviour as always. another spin in the merry-go-round. why even bother caring? cope. people stupid, me smart - it's all shit. cope. spook- and copepilled
This is retarded.
Congratulations on your deep insight OP.
Very profound.
We live in a society
BOTTOM TEXT
The problem is not about plebs being plebs, but about lack of nobility. Everyone plebs now.
of control
The Regression of the Castes, Evola was right.
Why is he filming random people sitting down?
Loot at the glib responses pretending to be above it all.
It must hurt them.
This is part of the reason of why I am going to buy a wearable camera. Avoid ruining the experience.
nobility exists when it is easy to be noble. when it is difficult, nobility ceases to exist. what is so noble about this?
Way to miss the point...
It's exactly the opposite.
explain please.
I
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other kingdom
Remember us - if at all - not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
Picture
II
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer -
Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom
Picture
III
This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.
Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.
Picture
IV
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of this tumid river
Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.
V
Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but with a whimper.
Read "The Revolt of the Masses". I assure you that you'll find the explanation that you seek and more.
i won't, but thanks anyway. too little time
You know why, sense offender.
>Everyone is the same level of aware, everyone is equally hypocritical, people with the ability to revolt against their programming aren't real, we're all shit together
This one is hardly fair. The kids are looking at an app they were told to use as part of the museum tour.
You might question to appropriateness of using such an app, but you can't blame the kids.
>This one is hardly fair.
Fuck off.
Phones should be barred from museums. You have no legitimate reason to look at one. The paintings are there to be looked at, nothing more. If you want to research them, do it at home. What kind of fucking simpleton thinks "oh you know what a great lesson will be? Let's make them take a quiz on the art". It's fucking art, stop complicating it.
I agree with you but its still not a fair representation of what is happening. The obvious implication of the picture is that the kids are so entirely indifferent to the art that they are playing with their phones in front of De Nachtwacht, which is simply not true.
I just don't like taking pictures. I feel like it ruins things a bit. Older or "real" cameras take good pictures, but a phone camera only takes trash.
Older cameras had limited film and it cost money to get it processed, people only took pictures of important events. But now people take pictures every 10 minutes and they become meaningless.
Nobody EVER took their own picture or asked someone to photograph them unless it was a portrait to go on your mother's mantlepiece. But now it's weird if you don't constantly take pictures of yourself and put them online for the whole world to see.
Just finished Meditations on the Peaks last week; he very directly addresses this.