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By all of the moe points which I have now amassed,
Through composition of this dairy, which speaks
In marui script of entry to the Pettanko Path,
May minna-nyan thread the way to Kawaii Perfection.
May those poor beings destitute of burning moe,
Find their excellence, and sparkle in radiant kira kira,
May all of the venerable obaasans of the world,
Attain the scorching vigor of unspoiled neoteny.
May those who lose their way, and wander
Into the wilds of ero, maintain their purity,
Be safe from the threat of deviants and chikan,
And remain untouched by the tainted grip of lewdness.
May I be a nii-chan to those who are brotherless,
Ichigo jam toast for those who journey on the road.
As long as you linger in samsara, may you taste
Unsurpassed waku waku in enduring continuit.
Oh, shoot. I've had enough of all of this.
- Miyauchi Renge. Cultural Festival.
The twentieth century is, among other things, the Age of Noise. Physical noise, mental noise and noise of desire — we hold history's record for all of them. And no wonder; for all the resources of our almost miraculous technology have been thrown into the current assault against silence.
That most popular and influential of all recent inventions, the radio is nothing but a conduit through which pre-fabricated din can flow into our homes. And this din goes far deeper, of course, than the eardrums. It penetrates the mind, filling it with a babel of distractions — news items, mutually irrelevant bits of information, blasts of corybantic or sentimental music, continually repeated doses of drama that bring no catharsis, but merely create a craving for daily or even hourly emotional enemas. And where, as in most countries, the broadcasting stations support themselves by selling time to advertisers, the noise is carried from the ear, through the realms of phantasy, knowledge and feeling to the ego's core of wish and desire.
Spoken or printed, broadcast over the ether or on wood-pulp, all advertising copy has but one purpose — to prevent the will from ever achieving silence. Desirelessness is the condition of deliverance and illumination. The condition of an expanding and technologically progressive system of mass production is universal craving. Advertising is the organized effort to extend and intensify cravings — to extend and intensify, that is to say, the workings of that force, which (as all the saints and teachers of all the higher religions have always taught) is the principal cause of suffering and wrong-doing and the greatest obstacle between the human soul and its Divine Ground.
-Aldous Huxley. The Perennial Philosophy.
I truly cannot say what person who still has hope for man should think of the imminence of quasi-apocalyptic destruction. It would certainly force many to face the existential problem in all its nakedness, and subject them to extreme trials; but is this a worse evil than that of mankind's safe, secure, satisfied, and total consignment to the kind of happiness that befits Nietzsche's "last man": a comfortable consumer civilization of socialized human animals, aided by all the discoveries of science and industry and reproducing demographically in a squirming, catastrophic crescendo?
-Julius Evola. Ride The Tiger.
Materialism would not be complete without the need of now and again easing the intellectual tension, by giving way to moods of myth, by performing rites of some sort, or by enjoying with an inward light-heartedness the charms of the irrational, the unnatural, the repulsive, and even, if need be, the merely silly. This tendency, which is visible enough, even to us, in the times of Mengtse (372-289) and in those of the first Buddhist brotherhoods, is present also (and with the same significance) in Hellenism, of which indeed it is a leading characteristic. About 312 poetical scholars of the Callimachus type in Alexandria invented the Scrapis-cult and provided it with an elaborate legend. The Isis-cult in Republican Rome was something very different both from the emperor-worship that succeeded it and from the deeply earnest Isis-religion of Egypt; it was a religious pastime of high society, which at times provoked public ridicule and at times led to public scandal and the closing of the cult-centres. The Chaldean astrology was in those days a fashion, very far removed from the genuine Classical belief in oracles and from the Magian faith in the might of the hour. It was "relaxation," a "let's pretend." And, over and above this, there were the numberless charlatans and fake prophets who toured the towns and sought with their pretentious rites to persuade the half-educated into a renewed interest in religion. Correspondingly, we have in the European-American world of to-day the occultist and theosophist fraud, the American Christian Science, the untrue Buddhism of drawing-rooms, the religious arts-and-crafts business (brisker in Germany than even in England) that caters for groups and cults of Gothic or Late Classical or Taoist sentiment. Everywhere it is just a toying with myths that no one really believes, a tasting of cults that it is hoped might fill the inner void. The real belief is always the belief in atoms and numbers, but it requires this highbrow hocus-pocus to make it bearable in the long run. Materialism is shallow and honest, mock-religion shallow and dishonest. But the fact that the latter is possible at all foreshadows a new and genuine spirit of seeking that declares itself, first quietly, but soon emphatically and openly, in the civilized waking-consciousness.
-Oswald Spengler. Decline Of The West.
Le bruit du galop s'accroissait de plus en plus; et, comme le cavalier, étreignant la ligne d'horizon, paraissait en vue, dans le champ d'optique qu'embrassait le portail du cimetière, rapide comme un cyclone giratoire, le prêtre des religions plus gravement reprit: «Vous ne semblez pas vous douter que celui-ci, que la maladie força de ne connaître que les premières phases de la vie, et que la fosse vient de recevoir dans son sein, est l'indubitable vivant; mais, sachez, au moins, que celui-là, dont vous apercevez la silhouette équivoque emportée par un cheval nerveux, et sur lequel je vous conseille de fixer le plus tôt possible les yeux, car il n'est plus qu'un point, et va bientôt disparaître dans la bruyère, quoiqu'il ait beaucoup vécu, est le seul véritable mort.»
-Comte de Lautréamont. Les Chants de Maldoror.
(*･ε･*) ひめめが好きだ好きだ好きだ好きだ好きだ好きだ好きだ好きだ好きだ好き (p｀･ω･´q) めろめろめろめろめろめろめろめろめろめろめろめろめろめろめろーん！ (｡>ω<｡)
-Sakuragawa Himeko. Twitter.
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