The Past is Beneath “Criticism” ; The ‘Optimal Future’ is a Function of Probability, and a Fortune of a Sincere Continuuity arising from Purer Premises of the Moment.

Man’s relationship with time is in the most literary sense of the term : ‘Skin Deep’.

For Time, wrinkles up, it seems on the body of Man, a reducing force, a keeper of accounts, a gushing, senseless, voice, capable of unconditionally impressing on the Skin of Man the irrevocable function of his experiences : Decay.

But what Is Time? What Is Man? And what is Superficial, and What is Not ? The statements above risk sounding foolish and appear as indictments, if these Vital Premises are not exposed of their conjurations. To Do So necessitates a Study of Relationships, rather than an examination in parts. How they relate and feel and form, rather than how they are divided from one another. More the Appreciation, and the less the mechanics ensures and insures a more Sublime and indeed, Complete Understanding – much as an analyses of cones and heights and cylinders, have never contributed on those mere grounds – to a Musician’s capacity to play the Organ better than he would not knowing its configured — one might say — ‘Superficial’ —  intricacies.

The reason the premise of “Man versus Time” is in a holistic and observable sense, insofar as it is an ‘Objective Phenomena’, is technically superficial is on account of the fact, nothing literally or otherwise, – could be more profound to Man, than Man’s Relationship With Himself.

Just as the Less is not More, Man is not the Time he Spends. That Statement does not require an added study of ‘Expenditures and Balance Sheets’ to be any more Qualified than they appear in that Self-Evident Form above in the allegory. In fact, to present it in any other way would be a Nuisance to the Reader and an insult to his Consciousness.

But is the term ‘Superficial’ an Insult?

When Man relates beyond the Skin, and beyond “prophesies” of appearances, and brush strokes of “modern” Art, – he is electing to leapfrog his rudimentary and standard functions, if only by beginning to not take those “mere” functions for Granted.

Gratitude proves to be a Science to a Man who is capable and powerful enough to be a witness to the relationship he shares with himself. The deeper he enters into his own orifices of his Self-Notion, nothing seems trivial, accidental, or Decadent. That is as much a Fact, as it is a fact, Global Banking has reticulated into utter Fraudulence, and Religion has dealt more degradation, damage, and ruin on Man ( Including the “Religion of Freethinkers” ) – than the Silent and Observable Natural and Quantum Forces as are easily afforded to those that Listen Better and more Wholly than they Speak. Not an Easy Task.

Is the experience of Ease then related to the differentiation of the Superficial and the Profound?

It is Not Easy to Unite with One’s own Self. Yet, it is not Difficult to Desire It when clearly, it is an experience capable of unconditionally impressing on the Spirit/Substance of Man, rather than Skin, - the irrevocable function of his Eternal Form – the very ‘Idea of Man’ being that form – inseparable from what He Is at the paramount moment. Therein, no Decay, but a Great, unsullied, and transcendental propensity is discoverable, notable, and construable – and the Author would hypothesize, can even be granted Construction in the ‘Grand Scheme of Things’.

How then are Ease and Difficulty Differentiated, if they are both expressions of the Mind?

The Superficial Man – One who dwells on the Skin, however, blames. In Christian allegory, he is like the Character Job : Given to him are purely arbitrary passions of an argument – and each passion, its own Principle, and its own Will. If he should dwell on the Skin, he finds blemishes, sores, holes – the whole tapestry of physical pain and afflictions are transcribed on his premises.  This is what he draws out and regards as the “Whole Past” – never mind, that had he not the surface of skin, as he has in Time the assistance of the surface of that Tool ‘Memory’, which alone empowers the Seeker to ask whichsoever inquiry that bodes and bears in his curiosity;  how come would he have Gained the Profound Opportunity of Criticism?

The Superficial Man continues to confuse Means with Ends at no great advantage! Regarding “The Flaws of Histories”, – Castigating and dispatching his dubious “Venom” to the Seeds of Past, ‘As If’ it Still Applies, he empowers that which he criticizes- namely his own Actual Decay/Decadence, – failing to apprehend with either his Soul or his Intellect – that the premises of ‘Past’, ‘Present’ and ‘Future’ are cursory habits of Consciousness – nuanced particles of Man’s own Capacity to Be, or to Become.

The Man who freely Wills a Vision, regardless of mere habits and costumes, while liberally interpreting the Useful aspects Truthfully from the ‘Past’, gives notable credence to a Present and Gratitude to those that strived afore him, and enters into his own futurized Vehicle and transmits himself therein through the Same. Indeed, Time as a function of the Conscious Mind is it not – much like Skin – a Vehicle? A ‘Foe-Friend’ – in the sense, it may appear a combustible vehicle, requiring maintenance, attention, — A Source of Energy, ultimately, that could be termed But the ‘Soul’ or to those of the least metaphysical “bent” – the ‘Prime Substance’. The Question of Existence rests on that Will – that Energetic Animus that supplies the Q     uest. To ameliorate the conditions within one’s own Person and the conditions and circumstances of all others go hand in hand, undistinguished, for one’s own Person Chooses It. And to enliven the Quest, one must summon Will and Vivacity – as Such.

Difficulty is the highest Ease, and the Highest Ease is always Difficult!

( Therein ) The Profound Man – One who dwells on Substance, and shuns hypocrisy and vagaries of illogic, un-reason, and tiresome ineptitude, and even avoids the accumulated lives of the illogic, un-reason, ineptitudes, torpitudes of others more Superificial than He, — Avoids all principles that detract from Candidness, and Dwells on the conditions and Premises of his highest Substantive Self – and in this regard, initiating himself through his 1) Mind – Reason  2 ) Body – Passions    3 ) Soul – Prime Substance , such that the Unity created by the Three are Greater than even the Whole. And in that there is contained – the Grammar – the Principle – the Mysteries of Man.

In the Year Two Thousand and Nine, as pronounced by the Christian Logbook and interpretation of Time, – it appears, there is a great deal of chaos, suffrage, blame, and anger arising out of Man. Everyone is at Blame, but not He. Every Foreign Element to his Consciousness is depraved and not He. The Justice is Unjust, but he presumes he is himself Just in stating that Concept.

But the Angry Man, the Chaotic, and the Irascible. Who is that Man? Is he a Superficial Man? Or is he Man Profound? Moreover, if he is a Superficial Man, will he learn Gratitude, so that his depth may increase towards himself, and so that he comes closer in proximity to the Man Profound? And per the Man Profound, in reaching the higher orifices of his awareness – Will he find it Satisfactory to be overwhelmed by the deplorable “Noise” – the noisy and pitiful vagaries of the Superficial Man, whom he cannot escape within or outside himself, so long as the Man Profound is Obliged to admit to his Humanity, which he Must at all times, unless he departs from its premise, – What of him? Perhaps, it is Love?

Is there an allegorical inflection that is perceptible? ‘Lion and Sheep drinking from the same Pond’ is a beautiful phrase – one that easily comes to the author’s mind when he raises up his eyes to the stars, probing for nebulous Relevance to Clarify itself. Is that not which some call ‘Kingdom of Heaven on Earth’ — That is a Space of such Profound Mutual Understanding and Investment, that it mutually assures Evolution, rather than “Cold War like Mutually Assured Destruction”?

An Investment that leaves both parties Wealthier than they were before and Conscious of the Fact, – if they prove Inevitable in their Reason, their Passions guided by Substance, and their Substance guided by the Whole than is greater than the Sum of the Parts?

The Whole may just be what is contained in the word ‘Love’.

“Amor Omnia Vincit”- as a Spanish friend of mine has been invoking of late with a Steady frequency. Meaning, ‘Love Conquers All’.

Going beyond Superficialities, and giving a Living Flame to Profundity, will be tantamount to transcribe the Equinoxes and Solstices of what is meant by that one word.

Love.

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Alexander K. Rai, MSMA is the author of ‘Reader’s Indigest’. He ( personally ) believes in 2009, the most important aspect of existence is to readily admit one’s Humanity, so long as one is complicit in the Human Nature . Adding moreover that, while it is ‘Human to Err’, to ‘Err Honestly, is to find Truth’. Believing in his own Humanity, while at the same time, regarding the Whole that is more than the Collection of Parts, as the premise of what some may call the basis of his “Personal Faith”, he is giddy, that at any given time he is impersonating Only Himself, and all that is done by  his Humanity, is easily Surpassed by the volition of the Same, and what is prevented, is prevented by the same. The Author asides from being a ‘Real Person’  may in that vein, be also for the disinterested Reader, be a purely ‘Symbolic Speculation’, and shall not be disserved from the profit of Gainful Readership, whatsoever. The Author, therein, as Stated, does not take Credit for either Comprehension or Incomprehension of any of his Creative Works, offered in Honor of him Self and Despite Himself, freely to all that may elect to invest their ‘Time’ – and thereby moisten a bit of their Skin, in the Author’s peculiar unsolicited brand of mental – perhaps – also Spiritual – moisturizer.  The Photography Displayed in this Journal are not the Author’s, but rather transcriptions of images of Vintage Books, whose creative attributions are too many, too vague, or both – To List.

A Crumb is a Mustard Seed.

The Blood Fiery Fjords of Destiny : Not A Fairy Tale.

The Streets, pavilions, corridors, boulevards, estates – the Commons and the ‘Spheres of the Praetors’ were awash in the Perfection of Red. Pulsating in the colors and sub-tinctures – liberated shade by shade, from scarlet, crimson, even a rare glimpse of an ochre – but mostly a clean currency of red rivulets meandering like giddy corpuscles liberated by the Sun, shining down its mercies upon this unrestricted feat to the Senses, – in its excess : un-excessive, in its decorum liberating. In its Presence Perpetual. An Exact Flood of Red.

Nay: Not Communism. Not “Gaza Strip”. Not Stalingrad. Not Spanish Bulls. Certainly Not!, lofty, drunken allegories for the phrase “In the Red”.

No foreclosures in Common Sense. No convenient “Crisis” in Morality. No “Contrast” in the bullish garrulousness of Religion. In other words, nothing ( remotely ) useful to the antagonist. A Paragon of Protagonism, if you select to ‘Put it Quite that Way’ – which by the by, my Self “The Author” Sincerely As Fraternally downrights Insists on “Putting”.

What ‘Then’ is being discussed, What ‘Then’ being represented in perfection of the fact itself as more divine than the interpretation – the Symbol less contemporary than the Substance – Norway, Red, Red, Red.

Norway – A Revolution of Red without any historical skewed motifs, any ideological foment, any pedagogical dildo-tossing, – a breezy and sunny lack of the beloved hagdom and shrewcraft of Post-Modern cantaker – the Red in “Question”, in “Spotlight”, in “Purview” is the pure, organic, liberated, animus of a Free People, unmarred by the buffoonism of State-Religion dialecticism – truer and more resonant to its own implicity – its own Caliber of Robustness – Red As Only ‘Sincere Tradition’ can be. Unapologetically, Totally, Absolutely, Fiercely, Devotedly, and above all Exquisitely and Pacifically Red. Kingdom of Norway – A Tradition for the World. This is Alexander K. Rai, A Member to A Society of Mutual Admiration, and a Citizen of the Republic of the re-imagined ‘Americas of the Aeges’, reporting from “former” Kristiania, and simultaneously, “modern” Oslo.

“Modern” is probably an unfair and juvenile indictment. The Quality of Norwegians offer an idyllic people, who at best by “too much soliciting” from “Certain Sources” outside their well Outlined and venerable Borders and Boundaries, have merely ‘ ( Much too ) Politely Considered to Review’.

Certainly this is not to say, Oslo – and by justified Extrapolation ‘The Kingdom’ itself, – is by any margin not ‘Advanced’. Just that, it is capacious and emancipated enough to Quietly and with a Humble and Wise Primeval Reserve left at its cellular core by seafaring men and women with nerves of steel and communal ethics and Quieter ways, than thumb suckling New York City models, hungry, retarded, “Left Wing Activists” with their gushing banners and hormonally charged slogans, toupee toting self-appointed “Right Wing Conservers” of a Nonsensical and Self-Satirical – finally – utterly Non-Existent Tradition; The Kingdom of Norway, veritably reclaims, re-exposes to Light, and renders Clean and Presentable Once More, the Dignity and Integrity – if not that Isolated and Disabused Word ‘Hope’ of Western Civilization – for what little remains of the Myth, is far better preserved in the cellular sentiment and free spirits of the Norwegian than in any people I had met in United States of America.

The over-done, imitation-gustation ‘Apedom’ of “Brand Maximization” and Corporate-Know-Nothingness of ‘Brand United States’ is re-imagined and infinitely and finitely perfected within the Noble and Permanent Eternality of the Heart of an ‘Americas of the Aeges’ – a Heart, that takes in lavishly the un-taxed Oxygenated air of the fjords and the North Sea, to revive itself as a Speculative Westerner into a much needed Re-Birth as an Operative Westerner. Less the Theory of “Game-Changing” and more the Application of Sound Proto-Hellenic – Or Frankly Stated – Anointed Ethics of Transmuted Vikings.

It is Clear and Uplifting to Realize that on the May of 17^th. – a Date Norwegians regard to be a day of Sovereign National Identity, is an ‘Event’ ( rather than an “Incident” ) directly imbibed, assimilated, and transfused with her peoples with equal parity. The Patriotism is not vague, plastic, cerebral, – and certainly Non-Commercial. No Stores, no Business, without Exception – other than strictly ‘Direct Culinary Service Lifestyle zones’ operate on this Day. Period.

There are no “Charles Schwab” advertisements dangling from “Fourth of July” fiestas- No imagery of Silohs ejaculating their phosphorescent ‘Spilled Seeds’, no elaboration of overwrought, “Sponsored” fireworks. Norwegians don’t need that kind of Incentive. The Dignity of 1800’s cannon-artillery salutation suffices. The theme is Sober. The patriotism is Universally the very model of Civility ( As Opposed to the ‘Very Model of a Modern Major General’ ).

What they ( Norwegians) do ( On the 17^th. ) is a staple of the typical American Collegiate Bachelor’s entire Lifestyle and Certified Education. They get drunk all Night, and Party all day. This is Simply what they Do. The ‘Simply’ is not a rhetorical flavor in Lexikon. Nor is it a senseless literary enticement towards an invocation of latent “agrarian sentimentality”. It is a Fact. The ‘Simply’ denotes a margin of disambiguous distinction between the College Fratboy of ‘The Change We Can Believe In’ generation ( Not that there is anything wrong with ‘Change’ or ‘Beliefs’ or Good ‘Inns’ in The Kingdom of Norway ) – and the “Typical Norwegian” ( A Phrase Norwegians self-deprecatingly sort of ‘Over-Use’ ). The whole process is a Renaissance Rain Dance. A Paleo-logic Celebration. A Sincere, Non-Cerebral, Qualified, Overture to “the gods of Goodness”.

Where, the “Gods” do not represent arcane distended avatars bundled up inbetween cosmic schisms, with ropes of serpentine tunnels and channels; but rather that Norwegians deify the Goodness in each other as a Common, Liberated, Free, Un-restricted, Un-intellectually Classical, and Classically uplifting ‘Of’ and ‘To’ the Intellect – ‘Paragon’.

This is precisely why, after a night of “partying” and rock and roll music, the Dionysians extend their Volk-Sentiments and playfully render it Sober through a Rite of ‘Breakfast with Good Friends, Good Champagne, and Good Cheer’ after which they simply walk freely within a City of Excellent Scale and Scope, – Architectonically diverse yet distinct, – with neighborhoods upon neighborhoods celebrating various archetypical universals – but really, nothing Serious, as couples lean gracefully to Kiss, hold hands meaningfully, – they have got that glint and look in their Eyes. An Innocence and Trust, the rest of the World seems to be Incapable of with the arrival of the “gods” and ‘MTV’.

Perhaps, this is why the “Rest of the World” believes it is “Somehow” justified to “Tax” an already “Over-Taxed” people to spend their well-deserved Petroleum Mining Fortunes on the dubious “Cause” of ‘World Peace’. To whittle away its economic stimulus on ‘Rest of the World’. To dilute its Happiness in an Imposed model of Altruism by an envious “Welt-Scope” that resents the Simple Christian Truth that when Zeus raped Europe, he perhaps somehow left one innocent Sweet Spot on the halcyon maiden Europa ( Perhaps the ‘Hexagon’ was the orifice through which Zeus “Took” the maiden causing her to relinquish her transcendental Light and Innocence? ). The narcissism of the world demands to avenge itself in the usual, prolific, meandering, over-populated, and terrible ways. No Thank You.

The Kingdom of Norway is truly then not the ( usurious and un-intelligible ) “Home of the Gods”. Certainly, it acknowledges a Primeval Pantheon consisting of marvelous beings locked in an Eternal Combat of Light and Darkness. But very few Norwegians, even the brooding ones, dwell on the Chalice of the Valhalla, contemplating the Homicides of Beowulf. The ‘EDDA’ – the Book of their Tradition, is very much in their Blood, and has survived the German Chicken-Farmer Heinrich Himmler’s  ‘Lebensborn’experiment, and past Spectres of “Social ProtocolsEngineering”. May 17^th. – it is Easy to ‘See’ ( Perceive ) – is the Evidence and Quiet but alert Demonstration of the ‘Living Repository’ of that Solar Blood. That is why Norwegians are Red on the 17^th. Blood Red. And Justly and Decently Proud of it.

( For ) In 1814, a certain Writ was brought into passing and enforced by the sinews of its peoples, refracted holographically from their Mythos, Character, and Composition as a ‘Composition’ of ‘Self-Realization’ and ‘Self-Liberation’ of the National Archetype. No violence earmarked the occasion, but rather a Peaceful Declaration of ‘Constituted-ness’ was brought about. What came to be Constituted was a ‘Constitutional Monarchy’ that found a parity and eloquent balance of Simplicity in Tradition infused with Custom. Not to mention a generous endowance and Love of Good Taste.

It is that Tradition that should perhaps be examined with a renewed vigor and a more uplifted and Able Intellect, which are after all, “these days” as rare as Gold-Backed Currency, and almost just as ephemeral. On the streams and rivulets of a buoyant, friendly, contemplative, anointed Tradition – that is within its own Heart Merciful – The Kingdom of Norway, despite Legislation that leaves ‘More to Be Expected’, despite ‘Perfectible Modes’ and ‘More Viable Systems’ transcends the bore-wheeze of Political Grid and rises up as a People. Four Point Five Million living, breathing, laughing, mingling, peace-loving examples that are firmly and cleanly themselves. And happy to be that. Wishful thinking does not imagine itself too garishly on these Fjords. Cleanness, however, is maintained. And maintained Well.

Why should such a Kingdom acquire the Guilty feelings of the defiled Virgin? Why should it consent to ‘relinquish’ and “obediently dispense” the Great Wealth and Exemplarship of its Innocence, Prosperity, sheer Healthfulness, to a Southern Pontificate and its various schizoid Legislative Psychiatry – or “Whatever Else”?

Rather then, the Sovereign Innocent Spot within Maiden Europa – the very hope of Transformational Precedent – the very essential remedy, and Vital Similimum for a Homeopathic Appraisal of the Maiden’s restoration to Wholeness and Beauty remains Sacred, Eternal, Protected, by Quantum Forces, indwelling and transfusing themselves to a heightened sense of purpose in the Cellular Qualities of a Free People that are happy to be called and ‘Unconditionally Regarded’ by the World as ‘Norwegian’.

Why should it by, “Surrendering to the Zeus Idee-fixe” of ‘This’ or ‘That’, darken the last light that shines in the North alone upon this Day in almost all of Europe? Why should it squander its Keep of billions on obfuscations and boisterous confabulations of arcane “Foreign Aid Programmes”, when it is clear to see, Lo! The Viking Warrior has been Transmuted in the age of “Over-Modern-ness” into a Sacred Fellow of a Paleo-Conservative Enterprise, capable of elevating the world through her tremendous calibers of Design, Exemplarhood, Sciences of the Light, and a Natural Nobility, which would have rendered the Jeffersonian and Traditional Patriarchs and Matriarchs of 1776 – of the Quintessential ‘City Upon a Hill’ Americas proud to be Men in this shamed day of age. To, in the exact words of Thomas Jefferson, ‘. . . to Come to Believe that the World is for the Living’. Better focus instead on the Mercantile tradition – In REAL Free Markets. In Informed Geo-Local, Strictly Observed, Outcome Based, Culturally re-inforced and Validated Enterprise. New Companies. Better Architectures within Systems. Higher Aspirations. The Kingdom of Norway. Awakens.

Sentimental? Idealistic? Deranged? Hyper-Romantic? One must not forget, but rather in risking forgetfulness, be revived from the words of a Classicist: ‘Silence Is A Virtue’. I could deliver the “Facts” to various congregates of “Ladies and Gentlemen” in permutation of their Cliff Note Totes and “Herebys and Thereupons”, with their heaps of “modern” fast-reel Tape-Recorders, Devices, gizmos, and iPhone ‘Plug-Points’, and bullet-point power point presentation.

But unlike Zeus, I will not defile a virgin sentiment, by infecting it with pixilated datum-doctrine copy and paste. The Data is there for any who wishes to do the research. I must Insist on Reminding the Reader. SELF-RELIANCE is a Classical Virtue. Quintessentially American. Definitively Norwegian. I Proclaim the Emergence of a New Europe after the Aquarian Light. That will Teach the World through its Humility, Sciences of Peace and Possibility, its Decencies, and Comforts, ‘How to be Masters and Enunciators and Exemplars’ of a New yet Rarefied, Individuated and Triumphant destiny in the perfectible experiment of Vitruvian Self-Actualization within the Globular Clusterfuck.

The New Michaelangelos will be Vikings and ( Even ) Danes and Icelanders, and DaVinci probably is sketching away masterstrokes of Craft somewhere in a compact and reserved enclave in an isolated, priestly cabin of an ascetic in Trondheim.

Long Live the Fjords. Long Live the Great Men and their Equal Women of the Kingdom. Long Live the Eternal Chalice of Norway, As Light As Love. As Sciences and the Arts. As Craft Divine and Inspiration Human, All So Beautifully, Sensibly, and Angelically, Human.

And here’s a clincher and proverbial “Ass Pinch” from a Scientist and Self-Advertised Abstractionist: I Alexander, hereby Do Ever So Proclaim the Following : In the Name of the Hammer of Thor, To Hell with the “Fact” ( fit for the petty, penny-thumbed, fingers of dunces and midgets ). Onwards with the Feature Film. Forwards and Directly ‘Straight Up’ and ‘On the Way’, with Transcendental Exactitude and a Purpose Divine, Honest, and Ethical. Above all – Free, Independent, Unconditional. Yes.

So then, here’s to a Feast of Living Blood of the Solar Chalice of Infinite Potential.

Brought to you By | Alexander K. Rai, MSMA. Citizen of the Aquarian Americas of the Aeges. Co-Director of the Oslo-Philadelphia Institute. A Foreign Legionnaire deployed in Defense of the Kingdom and His and Her Majesty.

Reporting from Kristiania City of Light. Kingdom of Norway. Syndicated Photography Herein Illustrated ‘Encapsulated’ and Credited to the Author ( AKR ). To ‘Purchase’ or ‘Otherwise’ Acquire ‘License of Distribution’ write directly in Correspondence to ‘Estates@PhiladelphiaEstates.org’.

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