Savagery must rise. Individuality and diffuse cultural heroes warp modern attempts at the revival of true virile experience.
Whilst riding the tiger, we must employ extreme engagement with modernity. Whether this means unfettered and insulting critique of anything unworthy of us, or an exaltation and uplifting of anything that is good, or more profoundly a seeking of exhilarating and meaningful experiences, it means we cannot sit back and await what comes next.
We are told excruciatingly that our identity is inferior, or ridiculously that it does not exist; we are undergoing an erasure the likes of which only occurs during the ultimate downfall of an empire. And so our identity must be set out every chance we get.
Despite what you have been told by self-improvement blogs, it is not enough to only build your body amongst the machines and dead steel of the gym, for you are surrounded by the limping embodiment of multicultural decadence.