Après nous, le deluge

Posted on May 7, 2017

The results should of course not surprise anyone, yet there are some brief but edifiying observations to be made. France never recovered from the catastrophe of 1789. Putting one’s faith in the lesser evil, in an emanation of the same mythology which even goes so far as to claim to be more authentically so, should not upon reflection seem like a solution or even ‘a step in the right direction’. For a true recovery to take place, France must conflagrate once more – that which died through fire must through fire be reborn. De Maistre’s words are now more true than ever:

Il n’ya que violence dans l’univers; mais nous sommes gâtés par la philosophie moderne, qui a dit que tout est bien, tandis que le mal a tout souillé, et que, dans un sens très vrai, tout est mal, puisque rien n’est à sa place. (There is nothing but violence in the universe; but we are spoiled by the modern philosophy, which says that all is good, even as Evil has spoiled everything, and thus in a true sense, all is evil, for nothing is in its place. [Please bear in mind that it is not possible to translate the sentence fully, as mal means both evil and bad in this context].)

Redemption can obviously never be achieved within a dialectic framework, and to suppose as much is delusive at best, but probably worse than noxious. The only authentic soteriology possible must be one of action, disengagement, divorce, exit.

Thus the Man who lacks neither Cranium or Chest (to extend and borrow Lewis’s aphorism), should not under any circumstances mourn today’s results. Instead, he should view the ascent of Oedipus (that he is simultaneously a Mammonian avatar borders the risible) as a ‘sign of the times’, a visible and palpable manifestation of the ruling mythology, and an imperative for withdrawal and disengagement, in order to let the tiger ride out itself.