“I still dream of dad…”

 

 

 

 

 

When one peruses my oeuvre – or even a simple majority of it, it’s easily noticed I harp continuously on two themes:

 

1} That a man learn to love and respect who he is, once he discovers and begins developing such.

 

2} That a man finds a mission, then pursues it.

 

Of course, there are many posts about women, relating to them and building relationships with them.

 

After all, that’s a tremendous (and necessary) part of being a man.

 

Yet even those are couched in the context of his satisfaction (Note: I did not say “happiness”) in life.

 

 

 

Why do I do so?

 

Because as time and tide go onward, more and more will fade.

 

Friends.

 

Jobs.

 

Fame.

 

Although men may have a longer “shelf life” than women, that, too, slowly disappears.

 

Or leaves men with a less than ideal pool of prospects, to say the best.

 

 

 

Lamentably, too many in our corner ► fall to nihilism ◄ when such is brought to their attention.

 

Prompting the question:

 

“What’s the point, then?”

 

 

 

I confess, countless men have attempted to answer the question.

 

Rarely to a satisfactory degree.

 

Therefore, I won’t bother.

 

Instead, I’ll posit my own question:

 

What’s the point of squandering the time we’re given?

 

Innumerable men whose names have faded “as the green of grass” gave us cathedrals.

 

Cobblestone streets.

 

Beautiful poems.

 

Heart-wrenching songs.

 

In my view, paradoxically, they did those things precisely so they would not die.

 

No one remembers the hedonist or bon vivant.

 

The deaths of such men are permanent and everlasting.

 

(Realize, even the die-hard PUA’s our corner has produced will be, if so fortunate, remembered for their writings rather than notch count.)

 

 

 

So if you’re fortunate to live long enough, you’ll learn the Truth in the long-deceased Peter Steel’s terse though poignant phrase:

 

“Everything dies”.

 

But you’ll also Truly understand the meaning of another, even older maxim:

 

“Carpe Diem”.

 

 

 

 

 

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9 Responses to ““I still dream of dad…””

  1. A♠,

    Exactly. “Everything dies”, ergo, Carpe Diem.

    “What’s the point” is the question that all struggle with throughout all history. Many answers have been suggested and all have their champions.

    We with some years behind us can look back on decisions taken that ended in cul-de-sacs. On the surface, a lot of wasted time. Pointless struggle that ultimately came to nothing, or less than nothing.

    But we struggled because of things that were IMPORTANT TO US. There simply was no way we weren’t going to give it a shot. It would have been wrong NOT TO.

    History repeats because eventually those things that are True reassert themselves. We found ourselves with wrecked lives because of the stupendous energy being expended to suspend natural laws; in other words energy expended against us.

    But we survive. We rise and fight again. We renew the struggle.

    Because the struggle IS the point. Nothing good has ever come without it. There is no peace without it. There is no love without it.

    It took all this loss to understand our enemy; to understand what we were really up against. How could we not then continue?

    Without struggle, “Everything Dies” … for nothing. Carpe Diem.

    • JD,

      It’s here you touch on something absolutely critical to my work and why I address the things I do:

      “But we struggled because of things that were IMPORTANT TO US.”

      Instead of replying directly to this line of yours, I’ll mention some facts and follow them with a question.

      I’ve a BA in Political Science.

      I’ve read extensively works on philosophy, theology and politics.

      I’ve worked for the USA’s Federal gov’t.

      Why don’t I write concerning them?

      They’re timely, relevant and current.

      What is your guess as to why I choose the subjects I do?

      All my best to you,

      A♠

      • I hate to steal the thunder here, but I’d like to take a crack at the question posited to JD’s comment.

        I would say, Ace, you choose the subjects you do because you have struggled with them the most. Thus you feel the knowledge gained by your struggles would be most helpful if conveyed to the next man who has yet to learn the lessons you have.

        I may be off the mark, but, that is my best thought as to why you choose the subjects you do.

      • Red,

        Excellent guess.

        I won’t elaborate further, at the moment, since I’d like to give others a chance.

        But no worries re: “steal[ing] the thunder”.

        You know this is just as much your home as mine.

        All my best,

        A♠

      • A♠,

        Glad to take a shot at it.

        To riff off an old Heartiste maxim, because “Biomechanics is God.”

        Politics, theology, philosophy and the quest for power all have their roots in it. They are epiphenomena of it.

        You’ve expressed your desire to strip the machine down to its essential moving parts. There are many amazing things it can do, but just as importantly there are things it CAN’T.

        The analogy that comes to mind is a naval captain. He doesn’t just stand on the bridge and direct the vessel where he wills it to go. He must also understand the physics that keep him afloat and propel him through the water. He needs to know where the shoals are; he needs to understand the tides so he knows when it’s safe to go into harbour and when it isn’t.

        … and he needs to know who and where the enemy is …

        Other people will debate endlessly about naval history, statistics, and the advantage of one technology over another.

        What you’re examining, however, is far more fundamental: why do warships exist? The answer to that question must be answered in your own bathroom mirror. Everything else is just debate about what colour of grey to paint the ship.

        All the best to you,
        JD

  2. Beware the pillar of salt and her errors

    Trample the self underfoot in Blood, that no one else has to, and all are surprised at the glories offered to worms.

    Worms, worms, worms… yet even worms have their beauty to bring life in the bowels of the earth.

  3. I thought about what I said the other night, in that there are no true nihilists, because we don’t see them killing themselves left and right.

    But I rescind that statement.

    There are plenty of nihilists to go around. But they are killing themselves slowly, and not content to waste away in peace, often actively seek new blood to keep them company. The maxim misery loves company was not coined in vain.

    The times in my life I’ve done the most damage to myself, or squandered time I could have used to prepare myself in the event opportunities arose (many came and went), I simply did a whole lot of nothing. Thought there was no point any more.

    I suppose you could say I’ve moonlighted as a nihilist then.

    Wald

    • Wald,

      Too true. The ultimate opportunity cost is time not spent advancing your interests. We really need to demand a lot more for our commitments and energy, but as men we also have to demonstrate what we’ve done with them too.

      I’ve had romantic and economic opportunities in my life that I had to let pass by because I was mired in black hole-level time/resource sinks. I would have been better served by simply refusing to pull the trigger until it was too good to pass up.

      Despair is always lurking at the thinking man’s door. It can make him do unwise things.

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