"War is the meaning of life. To reject our warlike nature is to reject vitality itself. What we seek is death—death through struggle. Not death in a car crash, at work, or from disease. To die fighting is the only glorious and vital act, the only thing that brings mysticism to our abstract and empty reality. Death alone is not enough. Dying from trivial causes, from the mechanical erosion of the body in routine, is the collapse of meaning. Death must be a culmination, not a leftover. Modernity has domesticated even the end: death is no longer an act, but a procedure. But death in combat, in challenge, is what connects man to his tragic origin and heroic destiny. War does not destroy life—it justifies it. Only by wielding a sword or a bow is the value of existence revealed. Only there is it decided who deserves to leave a name. That is why we could, perhaps, remake the world—purge it of weakness, raise a civilization unafraid of pain and discipline. Perhaps we could destroy this contemporary farce and look up at the sky again, as the first men did—without distraction, without comfort. We could even worship the health of our avatars like the ancient Greeks once did. But all of this would now be in vain, because man would once again domesticate himself. Unless we learn from the mistakes of our ancestors. History does not remember those who died obeying rules—it remembers those who challenged death with a sword in hand. Those names remain because they symbolize what the human being once was, before being reduced to a cog."
—Waldhar
