Life Is The External Text, The Burning

Rancor Is An Outpouring Of A Feeling Of Inferiority.

The Common Man, Finding Himself In A World So Excellent, Technically And Socially, Believes It Has Been Produced By Nature, And Never Thinks Of The Personal Efforts Of Highly Endowed Individuals Which The Creation Of This New World Presupposed. Still Less Will He Admit The Notion That All These Facilities Still Require The Support Of Certain Difficult Human Virtues, The Least Failure Of Which Would Cause The Rapid Disappearance Of The Whole Magnificent Edifice.

It Would Be A Piece Of Ingenuousness To Accuse The Man Of Today Of His Lack Of Moral Code. The Accusation Would Leave Him Cold, Or Rather, Would Flatter Him. Immoralism Has Become A Commonplace, And Anybody And Everybody Boasts Of Practising It.

I Am I Plus My Surroundings; And If I Do Not Preserve The Latter, I Do Not Preserve Myself.

The Direction Of Society Has Been Taken Over By A Type Of Man Who Is Not Interested In The Principles Of Civilisation. Not Of This Or That Civilisation But From What We Can Judge Today Of Any Civilisation. The Type Of Man Dominant Today Is A Primitive One, A Naturmensch Rising Up In The Midst Of A Civilised World.