I recently read an essay in which the postmodern experience was likened to living in a “corpse world.” Poignant and elegant. Striking, because that is precisely the nature of life in the West. The vague malaise, the listlessness that is the hallmark of the average Westerner, the aimless hedonism-all of the defects of spirit that have developed as a result of living in the graveyard that is late Western civilization. The unease and the despair experienced by the average Westerner is a despair that dare not speak its name because it cannot; the consequences of being surrounded by death but lacking the discernment necessary to recognize decay, to distinguish between that which affirms life and that which ensures death.
The experience of existing in the postmodern charnel house is a profoundly discomfiting one because there is something utterly ridiculous about striving to live in the midst of death. Every value that once fortified man against despair and enabled him to forge meaning out of meaninglessness has been cast off like so much trash. Where we once found solace in God, we are now forced to bow to the ersatz gods of science and nihilism. Where we once took pride in blood and nation, we are now perfunctorily and regularly informed that yielding to such natural stirrings make us “literally Hitler,” and forced to sublimate this healthy energy-channeling it instead into the pale substitutes of sports and abortive & increasingly exotic identities. Where once stood the family and the status derived therefrom, there now stands atomization, malignant individualism, and aimless status seeking through employment, virtue signalling, and the acquisition of baubles.
Graveyard values subscribed to by the living dead, who live in a world that has already become a mausoleum.
In America, the Trump paroxysm is the latest manifestation of these graveyard sensibilities. Many intuit that the civilization is accelerating towards the abyss. But, as the average soul is incapable of accurately perceiving the true nature of the problem, they seek an earthly & political solution to what is essentially a spiritual & transcendental problem. The problem is that the culture has degraded past the point of redemption; the zeitgeist of progressivism is naught but poorly masked decline that functions to render body from soul. Everyone-from the most aware to the least-has begun to feel the demoralizing effects of the current state of affairs and they seek out anything that looks like salvation.
I have no quarrel with Trump. Given the current state of things, he may well be the best of the vast array of bad options that we have been presented with. Nevertheless, a Trump presidency will be nothing more than a speed bump on the road to perdition-it may retard the collapse but it cannot prevent what is at this point, an inevitability. In this ghost world, Trump plays necromancer: a wizard looked to to raise the nation from the dead, to restore some vestige of former greatness, to discover some truth in an age of lies.
All the while they amble through valleys of death, looking high and low for life, unaware of their folly.