Heartbreak and Politics

I'm resigning from political heartbreak.

As a Traditionalist a la Guenon, I'm fatigued from having those who subscribe to my Perrenialism emerge from the ranks and likes of Evola and his ghastly bastards of the Right.  As a liberal, meaning one who holds that the betterment of citizens is through the embrace of the liberal arts, I'm exhausted by the heartbreaking abuses of logic and fixation by those who cling to the label.  I think abortion is sad, that guns are interesting but deeply unwise, that governments need governing, that unions are multi-billion dollar multi-national corporations but I'm glad they exist, that people are inherently generous and kind, libertarians are the most dull and dangerous of all animals, and that conservatives who conserve nothing are Modernist shadow-puppets labelled "self-interest", which used to be a sin.  Much of what used to be a sin was a sin for a damned. good. reason.  And all is lost, there.  The wasteland of individualism without individuation.  The wasteland through which Sophia Achamoth wanders, confused and blistered and amnesiac.

I'm nothing but a cloud of opinions and indignation. An idiot howling at a heedless tempest.

None of this makes me one whit more wise, more deep, more loving, more joyous.  My opinions, my aesthetic, my politics, isn't making me more human or whole or even funny.  Odd how we prize funny over human or whole, but there we are.  I'm done with it.  

I choose human.  I choose loving.  I choose wine and dancing and prayer and kisses.

I renounce political heartbreak.