[Those] that know not how to distinguish between their right hand and their left…
I walk on cliffs of marble, and as I look out on the wide coast of the Great Sea of Phantasia I remember the basilica of Our Lady of the Crescent engulfed in flames, I hear again the baying of the hounds and the horns of the city, I feel once more the changing wind like the tide of the war. It is the war between the now encroaching wilderness of nihilism against the very heart of Human Civilization. Chaos has dressed herself in the robes of Order and sits in judgment on the world. I turn once again towards the mountains, and the high escape that awaits me there… These images (or should I say dreams?) I have drawn from Ernst Jünger’s hauntingly prophetic 1939 novel, On the Marble Cliffs. It is his clear vision from which I hope to write on that most dangerous of topics, “Right” and “Left”, or the Personalist and the Totalitarian.