Just in case you didn't notice, we do in fact live in a dark age. The Dark Age even. Capital letters, fam. Kali Yuga.
Everywhere that the golden light of Truth ought to be shining in glory, we are instead mired in the misery of our conditions, conditions which have persisted since time immemorial and which seem to only get worse. Conditions that blind us, conditions that warp us, conditions that force us to cope in ways we hardly think about anymore since we've become so accustomed to debasement. The world's most fantastically wealthy society, in which men live with luxuries and wonders as those the ancients described their gods as having, is the most miserable and unhappy, the most inefficient at reproducing itself, and the most susceptible to destruction by both invading forces and internal rot.
Where did it all go wrong? Was it Obamacare? The sexual revolution of the 1960s? World War II? World War I? The French Revolution? The American Revolution? The English Civil War? The fall of Constantinople? The fall of Rome? The Bronze Age Collapse? Animal husbandry?
You didn't choose to be born into this. You didn't pick your family, your tribe, your race. You didn't have a say in your upbringing. You didn't really pick the people you've met along the way. You didn't always believe what you believe now. You might like to think you had an awakening and discovered all of your principles in one flash of illumination and have kept them as diligently as the soldier at Pompeii, but you haven't. And even had you kept them, you are just throwing yourself against the storm.
No one really wakes up one day and decides they want to participate in the eternal struggle for mastery. You are drafted and conscripted into it, and probably spend half the time doubting the whole thing. But that's how having faith works. You doubt.
You shouldn't be in this war. You cannot win this war. Your brothers are not who they say are. Why do you fight?
I don't have all the answers. I just know there are those who want to destroy us because that's what they've made it their lives' work to do. They probably don't know why either. You don't know why. I know you have your theories; I have my theories. They don't care about them. We're both the same enemy to them, and knowing our differences is just a matter of tactics for them.
Oh sure, we can intellectualize it all, and explain all fancily with our neologisms and social commentary and analysis, but at the end of the day, you don't really know what the hell is going on or how it got so bad, or really how to fix it. You've just got your theories, and thought you were supposed to have your allies.
Either you fight and win and pass the torch on to those closer to the end of the Dark Age, or you take it and burn everything down and lose, damning those coming after you to something worse.
Think about what you actually want. Decide what you stand for and who you stand with. When you essentially say that someone is corrupted by the Dark Age and cannot serve Truth in any capacity whatsoever, you could be talking about anyone. Yourself even. Because whatever it is that makes you think you're holding the high ground, it isn't nearly high enough. Victory has not arrived.
How do you get there? Do you get there by tearing down everyone reaching for it but falling short? Or do you stand against those trying to make sure you don't reach it at all?
Do you believe we are faced with total destruction or not? The city is burning, so let's debate the firefighters on whether or not they've got the best equipment for the job.
Also published at Atlantic Centurion.