Символический ряд Консервативной Революции Духа

I once imagined the lie to be the ultimate enemy; an enemy of life and of

everything worthwhile in life; a pestilence that would sooner or later

corrupt all that is grand and noble in life; debasing truth and beauty in

equal measures; casting it's ugly shadow over everything. Now I realize that

truth and beauty and nobility are eternal; they cannot be debased by the

lie. They cannot be destroyed by the lie. They live forever. Only mankind

can be debased by the lie. Only mankind can be left by the light far far

afield; from truth, from beauty, from purity. And when man becomes

sufficiently debased, every eternal value shall pronounce judgment upon them

and shall act as their judge, and their jury, and their executioner. Now

I've learned to love the lie. I love the poison it spreads. I love the

weakness it engenders. I love the seeds of destruction it sows, and I love

the judgment it brings. The lie is not an enemy of truth; it is an ally of

truth. It prepares the way, it balances the books, and it makes clean the

slate.

Bring my enemies before me

And slay them