“The so-called 'Left-Hand Path' - that of Kaulas, Siddhas and Viras - combines the... Tantric worldview with a doctrine of the Übermensch which would put Nietzsche to shame... The Vira - which is to say: the 'heroic' man of Tantrism - seeks to sever all bonds, to overcome all duality between good and evil, honor and shame, virtue and guilt. Tantrism is the supreme path of the absolute absence of law - of shvecchacarī, a word meaning 'he whose law is his own will'." ― Julius Evola, The Path of Cinnabar.

“It is necessary to have “watchers” at hand who will bear witness to the values of Tradition in ever more uncompromising and firm ways, as the anti-traditional forces grow in strength. Even though these values cannot be achieved, it does not mean that they amount to mere “ideas.” These are measures…. Let people of our time talk about these things with condescension as if they were anachronistic and anti-historical; we know that this is an alibi for their defeat. Let us leave modern men to their “truths” and let us only be concerned about one thing: to keep standing amid a world of ruins.” ― Julius Evola, Revolt Against the Modern World: Politics, Religion, and Social Order in the Kali Yuga.

“We are born into this time and must bravely follow the path to the destined end. There is no other way. Our duty is to hold on to the lost position, without hope, without rescue, like that Roman soldier whose bones were found in front of a door in Pompeii, who died at his post during the eruption of Vesuvius because someone forgot to relieve him. That is greatness. That is what it means to be a thoroughbred. The honorable end is the one that can not be taken from a man.” ― Oswald Spengler, Man and Technics: A Contribution to a Philosophy of Life.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

ITS EASY BEING GREEN

The other day some woman comes into my place taking a survey to evaluate how “green” my lifestyle is. Apparently it is pretty fucking green.

I live in a 100-year old wood-frame house. I don’t see the sense of air-conditioning the whole house (9 rooms) all summer, so I use a small window unit in the area I most frequently use. The place is shrouded in heavy shade trees and has lots of windows so even on hot days I can open windows and it is very comfortable. Having grown up in Michigan, the winters in Florida are a non-issue so I basically never use the heat. I only use enough water for one person, and rarely cook, so I use VERY little energy. My home bills for utilities, etc. INCLUDING what little is left on my mortgage is WELL UNDER $1,000 per month. Since the place is so old, whatever materials were used were used 100+ years ago, before cars and heavy machinery, so I doubt the construction of the place left much of a “carbon footprint” – even then it is a 100 year old footprint.

Since my “identity” and “ego” are only defined for me by the contents of my brain and whatever general abilities I have, that means I don’t define my identity by my car, which means what I drive is exclusively determined by practical considerations; that it never breaks down and is good on gas. I drive an acceptably cool-looking “sterile” black 2-door 1992 fuel-efficient Japanese car that I bought over 10 years ago (I paid $3,500 cash for it!) with only 70,000 miles on it (this model properly maintained has been proven good for 300,000 miles), just last week I rolled into 100,000 miles. I live within a quarter-mile of my business, and rarely drive outside of the triangle created by those and one other location. This model was generally considered one of the best of its kind in terms of reliability and fuel efficiency. It was the number one most frequently stolen car for about three years after its manufacture, which means it was in demand for good reasons. I fill my tank once every six weeks or so. Meaning every other month I spend about $35 in gas. This car has never suffered anything more complicated than a flat tire or a dead battery.

My business is dealing exclusively with second-hand, rare, and antiquarian books. None of my inventory is manufactured specifically for me to sell. It is technically “recycling” which is about as “green” as it gets. Again, my business is also housed in a 100+ year old building with little or nothing new. Every year I deal with suspicious tax-prep people who cannot believe how little I spend on “supplies” – that’s “little” as in basically nothing, except maybe light bulbs. There is almost no paperwork in my business, I’m still working from a small box of pencils I bought 10 years ago. I frequently acquire whole libraries, often from academic offices, that include boxes of paper, notebooks, pens and pencils, so much so that I usually end up giving them away. I don’t give receipts unless they are requested and even then it is scribbled on the back of a business card, one of my ONLY “paper” expenses. All of my “fixtures” which is basically nothing but bookcases were made from wood, by myself. Yes, I used an electric saw and power drill. I’m also in the position of acquiring “estates” – meaning I frequently go into houses of people who have died etc. and their possessions are being liquidated – I frequently encounter fully-stocked houses in which EVERYTHING is for sale – so what little I’ve ever needed in the way of anything for my business or home, I’ve always acquired second-hand at “closeout” prices, if not for free. I rarely buy ANYTHING.

Which brings me to my next point: I’m not a “consumer.” I have ZERO interest in 99% of the BULLSHIT people spend most of their lives whoring after. The only things I spend money on are books, food, and occasionally new clothes (once every two years or so!). When I buy something new, I only buy things that will last, and I prefer OLD things to NEW things. I don’t subscribe to TV, I don’t have a stereo, no “game machines,” no electronic toys, almost no appliances or other gadgets other than a laptop computer. I have a TV-set connected to a DVD player. My recreation consists of reading, reading, reading, reading, playing with my cat, playing with my girlfriend, watching movies, and playing a medieval Japanese musical instrument made from a piece of bamboo with holes in it. Seriously, I’m almost a fucking hippy, which is funny because I’m probably inadvertently “greener” than most hippies.

Which brings me to the woman taking the survey: She was a twenty-something year-old ditz pushing a big plastic baby carriage with TWO babies in it and another young child holding onto her hand. All of them had plastic bottles and plastic toys. She was carrying a plastic water bottle and a clipboard holding about 100 copies of the survey, which was basically a pitch to get names and addresses for a “green” list, probably to bombard people with mass-produced fliers and advertisements for “green” merchandise. Odds are she was hauling her brats in truck in some new-model gas-guzzling “family van” or SUV. If I were to hazard a guess, she was probably married to some rich yuppie who put her onto some do-good crusader project to get her and the kids out of his face long enough to fuck someone better.

The irony of all this is that I personally don’t give a rat’s ass about being “green.”

I just do what I do.

JDS

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