I am a retired lawyer and an Orthodox Christian, living in a collapsing civilization, the modern West. That it is collapsing is partly due to calculated subversion and partly, probably mostly, because we’ve forgotten God, and the God some of us think we remember is kind of toxic.
There are things I’ll miss when they’re gone, such as the true, the good and the beautiful. They just aren’t “bankable,” and thus count for nothing among the ascendant barbarians.
There are others I won’t miss. Like SuperBowl, a violent spectacle with a pornographic center and a sentimental militaristic wrapper. In 2020, they unironically sur-added a “girl empowerment” theme to the the halftime striptease.
I’ve stopped wallowing so much in the news, stopped flattering myself that I could make any major difference if I just found the right words, dropped Facebook (it was just October of 2020, but it feels longer ago), tried to jack up my book reading. I’m just not in a mood to rage so much against the dying of the light any more.
I’m especially trying to savor Anglo-Saxon stories and myths, from back when the British Isles weren’t just Christian, but recognizably Orthodox Christian. One of my discoveries in the last 21 months (as of July 2022) is that analysis needs to take a back seat to intuition, but sound intuition needs to be nourished. Truth, goodness and beauty are trump.
Other platforms: Don’t look for me on Facebook or expect me to post on Twitter (I don’t even lurk very often), but you can read other stuff at Micro.blog (mirrored at microblog.intellectualoid.com) and at blot.im, at both of which I blog shorter items. Both should work in your RSS aggregator, like Feedly.
Tipsy Teetotaler ن 