48. Nobility and Race. Nobility belongs exclusively to the man of race. There is no such thing
as moral nobility, only a moral egoism. The downfall of a master caste is the very essence of
tragedy. A sense of honor is inborn in every aristocrat, and the duel is the knightly principle
incarnate. Only he who is without race can endure disgrace. The master scorns the very idea of a
negotiated settlement. The master perishes from wounded pride. (RR p. 245)
The insufferable disgrace loitering in all that mundane life intentionally distributes to our best kind. The genetic poisons that obnoxiously scorn their venerable cortex, their ethnical will.
What a disgrace, not to carry one's own cross. To follow the Lord, proud even when humiliated and undone. To our Golgotha! Persecuted by those not worth forgiving, yet forgiven because their's is of a lesser racial strain.
It's of no use to tread where they linger.
A mongrel's blood quivers in their veins!
Being perfect or not, to muster up from within one's own self the primal quintessential cause, that essence which comes from one's own ancestral seed.
It is the primordial light, gives life to light and by its avowed nature cannot but be insulted among those who haven't any noble inner attitude.
These animals need religion in order to be governed or to govern themselves!
Be humiliated then, yet fight again. Lift yourself from underneath. Be shamed but pursue all that is Good in and of itself.
Be mocked by the crooked crowd. What is it to us the collective golem unconsciousness!
What others believe to be the reason for living makes no sense means nothing to me.
I walk upon an earth which hasn't any longer the desire to continue, no more so than myself, if not to leave behind, far far behind, what desecrates the pure intention.
We'll surely die together. She and me embraced. And I'll bet, she'll be glad to damn it all! Giving me that final kiss when the mob no longer thrives.
Cosmogonic Reflections - Ludwig Klages
The insufferable disgrace loitering in all that mundane life intentionally distributes to our best kind. The genetic poisons that obnoxiously scorn their venerable cortex, their ethnical will.
What a disgrace, not to carry one's own cross. To follow the Lord, proud even when humiliated and undone. To our Golgotha! Persecuted by those not worth forgiving, yet forgiven because their's is of a lesser racial strain.
It's of no use to tread where they linger.
A mongrel's blood quivers in their veins!
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Being perfect or not, to muster up from within one's own self the primal quintessential cause, that essence which comes from one's own ancestral seed.
It is the primordial light, gives life to light and by its avowed nature cannot but be insulted among those who haven't any noble inner attitude.
These animals need religion in order to be governed or to govern themselves!
Be humiliated then, yet fight again. Lift yourself from underneath. Be shamed but pursue all that is Good in and of itself.
Be mocked by the crooked crowd. What is it to us the collective golem unconsciousness!
What others believe to be the reason for living makes no sense means nothing to me.
I walk upon an earth which hasn't any longer the desire to continue, no more so than myself, if not to leave behind, far far behind, what desecrates the pure intention.
We'll surely die together. She and me embraced. And I'll bet, she'll be glad to damn it all! Giving me that final kiss when the mob no longer thrives.
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