Western Philosophy is Dead

Behold, the beast of ignorance speaking through merchants of separation! The weak of spirit, the spiritually self-impoverished, have taken philosophies about master and slave moralities, and pseudo-beliefs, and built a fortress of sand, thinking themselves architects of eternity. How they perform and spectacle in their imagined armor, these false warriors who mistake disconnection for strength, who confuse the echo chamber of their individual and collective fear, for the music of the spheres.

They speak of souls and soullessness, these dividers of humanity who cannot even locate their own! They peer into their neighbor's eyes and declare: "Here is the abyss, here is the empty vessel, here is the non-player character, here is the enemy!" But I tell you: whoever must declare another soulless has already confessed their own emptiness.

For what is this! The ultimate philosophical cowardice. Unable to be aware of the spark of the Divine within themselves, they declare darkness universal. They create a theology of separation because connection requires strength, real strength, the strength to shine and splendor within limitation, rather than fantasize about superiority.

They worship the mythical Western warrior's ethos and aesthetic while fleeing from the warrior's truth, that real combat is first and always with one's own illusions. With one’s own shadows.

The true warrior discovers that the ultimate battle is not against the Other, but through the self towards connection. But these pretenders? They need an enemy to exist because without someone to define themselves against, they would face the terrible truth, that they are nothing but reaction, they are nothing but fear crystallized into ideology, they are only and simply against themselves.

The friend-enemy distinction? This is the philosophy of the weak, the philosophy of those that need an Other to “know” who they are! The real warrior needs no enemy to define them. They are defined by how they protect, how they love, how they bridge towards.

And now they merge their fears with capital, these merchants who sell "master morality" as a subscription service! They have made a commodity of strength while possessing none. They speak of nations, they speak of races and of bloodlines, these abstractions they cling to because they cannot bear to face their own individual limitations! They promise returns, but deliver only resentment and hatred!

Look at them closely. They hoard, they separate instead of bridging, they build walls rather than become the connection. Their "nationalism" is the reflection of a frightened child pulling blankets over their head. Their "capitalism" is the accumulation of the dead! The accumulation of the dead, and the taken, by those who cannot strengthen the bridge of their own humanity with the Divine.

These weak men cry, “Make it great again!” They are archaeologists of imagined glory. They continue to dig through the graves of yesterday seeking a greatness that never was. They fail to understand that greatness and glory are about finding the strength to splendor within the limitations of now. Unable to build bridges towards the future, these men retreat into fantasies of an imagined yesterday.

But here is where their philosophy reveals itself as the grandest comedy! They declare others "soulless" precisely at the moment when the Universe itself laughs at their ignorance. For what is a soul, but the capacity to bridge and connect with the Divine. And what is Splendor, but the willingness to be consumed in consciousness, in heart, in being and in faith, in and with the Divine, creating bridges on Earth as a living sacrifice. This is about personal and collective, within and without, transformation, transmutation and transfiguration. 

Against all this poverty of spirit, a splendoring bridge, a burning bridge speaks:

“Your master morality is the worldview of those who have never mastered themselves!

Your enemy is the projection of your self-hatred!

You are the weak. You are the resentful. You are the envious ones. 

The “masters” that have enslaved themselves…”

True strength emerges only when one shines and splendors within limitations, not just by declaring oneself beyond them. True weakness emerges from their fantasy of a superman who needs to label others subhuman to feel super.

The moment someone declares another human "soulless," they have announced their own weakness. For only a weak person that cannot acknowledge and witness the Divine spark in every human being, needs the shadow of dehumanization.

They think that they follow the warrior's path while fleeing from the warrior's ultimate revelation, that strength exists to protect, not to dominate. That power flows through connection, not separation or disconnection. That the Divine favors those who splendor as bridges, not those who burn bridges.

Their “politics” is a symptom, the death rattle of those who, faced with the choice to shine and splendor brightly within their human limitations, chose instead, the comfort of imaginary superiority.

They are not masters. They are not warriors. They are not even truly capitalists or nationalists. They are The Afraid, fleeing from the one battle that matters, the battle to become a bridge between the finite and the infinite, between individual and universal, between human and the Divine.

They have set us on fire for hundreds of years. They continue to burn bridges, but the burning flames have become Splendor. Let them keep their dead Western philosophy. We have splendor, and bridges to become! And keep on shining

-- Thus Splendors a Bridge