I’m reposting this as seems vital in the time upon is. There is much blackpilling and looking at the ugly. Do not despair.

Beauty is something never discussed enough. Some interesting articles appear from time to time but by and large it gets overlooked. Perhaps this is partly a response to the doom and gloom people feel and see. The News we read is full of the grim reality of the rape of Europe by Muslim men, or of another group of criminal negroes killing a white man or woman, or failing that people check in with #Weimerica, or cruise the abyss with CommonFilth.

This is not healthy, I do not need reminders of the fat dykes who mutilate their faces and scorch their hair, nor do you, reader need to learn of just what depths of depravity the gay community reach on a nightly basis. Abyss gazing appears an occupational hazard when you oppose modernity – as at times we must reach down and pull up something shocking and powerful to hammer home the evil and problems we face. However it really does not do well for us to spend too much time consuming this, certainly we should not be seeking it out.

The truth is ugly. Modernity wrecks us because it offends our senses. Every year there is a Cathedral news story on the horrors retail workers face having to listen to Christmas carols on repeat, yet never is there a story on the horror of having to endure work colleagues who insist upon playing Justin Bieber. These are not trivial issues either, being forced to listen to bad music; especially modern nigger rap sets me on edge, it affects you, it changes your behaviour, and if consumed too much perhaps it can damage your long term health.

Rome is the city of 1000 Churches, they say. On my visit here that beauty is always present, yes the streets are thronged with tourists during the day, yes the Paki street hawkers are annoying but step away from the main squares and into the warren of streets and around every corner a beautiful building or Church awaits. Combine that with the reality of seeing Nuns making their way about the place and a very different set of emotions arise within you. Functionalist brutalist architecture feels an affront to the soul, but the intricacy of Roman marble soothes. The sense of history and of greatness bears down upon you as you move about. Below your feet the Roman greatness, above your head the towering domes, all around you statues of perfected human form.

It seems rarely noted but the images inspired by Christianity are powerful, in the Sistine Chapel there are no flabby guts upon the wall. The male and female form are there, naked and defined. Muscles clearly visible, the Kingdom of Heaven is portrayed as not the meek and helpless but as dominant, strong, and beautiful. And yet there is balance and not excess, modern bodybuilding is about freaks of mass, ugly and warped, they would be more likely to appear as denizens of hell than upon frescos above.

The Puritan scorns the beauty of Rome and of the Vatican. They throw their anti-wealth rhetoric at it: Why the gold? Why the naked form? Why the beauty? They want dour blank Church walls, they want the shrouded ugliness of mortality, they shy from beauty at every opportunity prudish and ashamed. That is the nature of the Modern world, where contemporary art is about destruction, where nobody should reach up, where fat dykes are said to be ‘attractive’. They are the puritans of the modern age.

So do not fall prey to engaging too heavily with the ugliness of the age we live in.

Do not seek out the latest depravity.

Do not seek to share with us an ugly wasted woman or effeminate dweeb of a man.

Instead go forth and find beauty and share it, preach about it, put it first beyond all things.