I am a moral relativist and a materialist, yet there are stories that do invoke a dualistic yearning in me – namely, the story of Christianity’s taint, and the planet’s future purification. To counteract today’s unholy American celebration, I would like again to meditate on the coming destruction of the vile West.
I wish there were a future when a minstrel would compose a symphony or an oratorio with themes of all the past heroes of the Aryan (and other?) race recounted – from Scipio Africanus and Leonidas through Hermann and Titus and Julian, Charles Martel and Igor Svyatoslavich, and of course, Hitler and Himmler. (Savitri would probably add those Indian kings who fought against Buddhism, and I myself would consider such nobles as Osama bin Laden and Kim Il Sung.)
I was in a place called Sringeri, on the western coast, or rather on the ghats overlooking the western coast. It’s a very celebrated place. It’s the birthplace of one of the greatest Indians of all time, Shankara Acharya of the eighth century, the one who wiped out Buddhism from India and restored the old Aryan values of Hinduism. […] Anyhow, they were speaking Urdu. I don’t know Talibu, the language of Sringeri, or any of the languages of the South, in fact, any of the Dravidian languages. But I can understand Urdu, and they were saying, “It’s three weeks already since in Europe the fighting is finished.” So I knew it was finished, and I felt very cold.
Even though I am a stranger to the ideas of the end of the world, the German myth of Ragnarök of heroes fighting alongside the gods against the forces of chaos, or of the Tolkienian conception of Dagor Dagorath, the battle of all battles, does find an echo in my heart. (In my naïveté, I forgo the Zoroastrians and the Jews.)
Thus spake Mandos in prophecy, when the Gods sat in judgement in Valinor, and the rumour of his words was whispered among all the Elves of the West. When the world is old and the Powers grow weary, then Morgoth, seeing that the guard sleepeth, shall come back through the Door of Night out of the Timeless Void; and destroy the Sun and Moon. But Eärendil shall descend upon him as a white and searing flame and drive him from the airs. Then shall the Last Battle be gathered on the fields of Valinor. In that day Tulkas shall strive with Morgoth, and on his right hand shall be Eönwë, and on his left Túrin Turambar, son of Húrin, returning from the Doom of Men at the ending of the world; and the black sword of Túrin shall deal unto Morgoth his death and final end; and so shall the children of Húrin and all Men be avenged.
Adûnâi 