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On Western Aesthetics and the Dawn of the Golden Age

January 7th, 2021

Beauty is eternal with no beginning, no end. The Western aesthetic is a heartbeat of this organic rhythm, with a pulse that rides stronger than her rivals. As so, it is a matter of maintaining access to this pulse by stimulation and the will to make things great.

It is the rectifier of all evil and catastrophe, for it is the perfect conduit of both creativity and love: the two vital components of life. It acts without considering practicality first, going beyond function to inspire the intangible: the noble concepts of glory, worship, honor, veneration for ideals and the gods whom embody those. Beauty is a way to convey that which we, at best, may only hint at in our words, whereby its poetic use and tone charge its verbal expression. Also a product of sound is song and music which create and reanimate the lost, untouchable voices that whisper to us from within our hearts.

In this way, beauty is well above and beyond form and its mechanics, and I believe perhaps this was the force behind the Tower of Babel: like the Faustian heights of her cathedrals, the creators were fighting against the dictatorship of the ruling Prince whom claims himself as God Almighty! Their pursuit of beauty was an act of rebellion against his tyranny, but in turn he found their weakness: their ego had over time become tainted by the comfort and reward of their own greatness that this static sentiment had divided their divine vertical expansion into quarreling factions and petty political power grabs. Thus was the ruin of their civilization; thus is the ruin of every civilization, including our own right now.

I read a paper the other day on how when the blueprints of Gothic cathedrals were analyzed, a very interesting geometric pattern was found: the golden ratio of phi where the mean slope of a square is allowed to build on top of itself – growing and growing into what is defined as fractals (the geometric pattern of life). This was applied to its entire skeleton: the flying buttresses, piers, ribbed groin vaults, walls, pointed arches, and its signature piece – the stained glass windows.

And so I got to thinking about how building this would be something quite incredible in this day and age, even given all of the technology of today! Rather than having a great wow-effect like how it would've impressed the peasants of the 12th century seeing something like that for the first time, it would have a great political wow-effect to contrast the brutalist junk of the modern age and be an act of rebellion in itself: being that it would not be something surprising in terms of technological skill, but rather in cultural defiance, especially considering how today’s monuments and statues are desecrated!

But, you see, such an act marks as the physical foundation for something so much more . . . I believe where we all connect is through nostalgia, through a longing to escape to somewhere we can tune out of the modern world. And the act of creating a remarkable work of beauty is to bring us back to the days of yore when all wasn’t so complicated as it is now. Thus do we seek such solace in the dead: in the graveyard, in the mists, in the mountains, the sea, and the depths of night where all is at rest and the soul is no longer wanted for any quest. The soul in this state is merged wholly with its beautiful creations, where it neither takes nor seeks, but only gives of itself.

Carl Jung described such a longing as “loss of soul” in his book Memories, Dreams, Reflections:

"Shortly before this experience [a supernatural event Jung and his family experienced] I had written down a fantasy of my soul having flown away from me.
This was a significant event: the soul, the anima, establishes the relationship to the unconscious.
In a certain sense this is also a relationship to the collectivity of the dead; for the unconscious corresponds to the mythic land of the dead, the land of the ancestors.
If, therefore, one has a fantasy of the soul vanishing, this means that it has withdrawn into the unconscious or into the land of the dead.
There it produces a mysterious animation and gives visible forms to the ancestral traces, the collective contents.
Like a medium, it gives the dead a chance to manifest themselves.
Therefore, soon after the disappearance of my soul the 'dead' appeared to me, and the result was the Septem Sermones.
This is an example of what is called 'loss of soul' — a phenomenon encountered quite frequently among primitives.
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And I believe the way to really see our vision of a greater World is to summon beauty with loving intention in everything we do! To remove the windmills that destroy the perfect image of the endless sea; to grow gardens as far and wide and intricate as any elf would do; to design and build immaculate works of art and architecture with purpose and love for our family and ancestors; to prize quality, even without financial pay, and apply such energy and devotion to creating something sacred and legendary, no matter if it is great or small!

This is what directly counteracts the monotony and debauchery of the media pouring their sins and lies through your TV and computer into your living room. Beauty is really what changes perspective, even more than the reams of very insightful data, because beauty is the universal language we all know and communicate through its objective mode. The masses, quite frankly, are not interested in mathematics and philosophy. They care not to delve deeply into anything because, well, they’re far too busy and life is utterly too short! So the programming they consume the most is that which has the most brilliant sparkle: something that shines with such incredible luster that one could not help but to fall in love with it. And the best you can do is to create the beauty you seek in your own unique, subjective way to be understood and granted blessings by the objective eye.

Even if you may not be particularly good at art, think of something you at least can make more aesthetically pleasing, even if it is a small thing that enhances your life just a little bit more. Start there, and see what else needs enhancing. Sooner or later a brilliant idea will spark up and you will be inspired to create your masterpiece.

Source:
Memories, Dreams, Reflections by Carl Jung (1963)


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