Modern man is a broken creature, a domesticated man no better than cattle, and the mixing of species is what caused this – as explained here, here and here. It started a long time ago, and still happens as we speak, and it will probably go on for some time before the modern man is gone.
Mankind still has quality though, individuals worthy of life, strong in mind and heart, in limbs and bones. They shy away from the human domestication, they feel repulsed by it and take steps to free themselves from the cage they live in. They understand that our modern life style – with the domestication of both animals and humans – is destructive and try to find alternatives.
They don’t cling to utopian dreams where all our problems are solved in the future by even more “progress” in technology and science, by some deus ex machina. The “progress” is in effect only domesticating us even more, and thus just accelerate the fall of man (as can be seen very well the last hundred years or so). Instead the good men accept reality and know that the gods must cherry pick from humanity, so to speak, and let the rest pass away into death and darkness. Those few cherries must be preserved for what is to come after the great deluge – that has to come and that Mother Nature will bring about herself.
The real “god from the machine” is the man who sits down and finds out how he can survive the great deluge, and return to the lifestyle of the most ancients. He will also understand that all the technology we surround ourselves with, that makes life so easy, is just making us weak and stupid and useless, and must also pass into oblivion. And stay there.
Some music before we continue:
When a man in the new world tries to make something easier he will not be allowed to. Life is for the strong and able, the healthy (beautiful) and harmonious man, not for lazy weaklings who always try to take the shortest paths to the objectives. Man will become better again, slowly at first, and then fast, until he is as strong, able, beautiful and harmonious as he used to be, in the forgotten ages. Until he is what he can be and what he should be. HailaR MannR! HailaR WôðanaR!
