as our religion, our education, and our art look abroad, so does our spirit of society. there is no taste for local greatness. all men plume themselves on the improvement of society, but no man improves. society never advances. we want to move forward but never embrace our own genius. it recedes as fast on one side as it gains on another. it undergoes continual changes; it is barbarous, it is civilized, it is christian, it is jewish, it is muslim, it is bhudissm, it is rich, it is scientific, it is apartheid, it is freedom, but this change is not amelioration.

for everything that is given, something is taken away. society acquires new arts and loses old instincts, neglecting the natural grand history of man. what a contrast between the well-clad, reading, writing, thinking, citizen, in the 21st century, with a car, a home and an occupation, and the naked khoisan, whose property is a club, a spear, and a rock, and nothing else but a cave to sleep under. but compare the health, and resourcefulness of the two men, and you shall see that the civilized man, has lost his native strength.

if the traveler tell you truly, strip the civilized man of all he owns and send him into the woods, he would fail to light a fire, let alone hunt for food; but the khoisan can endure terrible weather conditions and yet he is as strong as the prey he chases. civilization is nothing more than a means to rob man of his manhood. he is an alien in his own being.

let me travel around the world meeting as many different men and women, learning from their mode of living. there are as many ways to make a living as there are stars in the firmament. we must live our art, all we need is here and now. first we live than we read, then we write. it is only you that can pick yourself up.

i’m practicing these laws of being independent, reciting my deeds formulating my philosophy. as i let go i find more. let us live as the scythians lived or as the danaans and achaeans before they settled in a community. burning our homes and building ourselves as we move staying true to our roots practicing our own inner law. in sparta they rejected the notion of writing down their laws and instead chose to recite their deeds, assured that learning can only be embedded through repetition. which is why in life habits take precedence to knowledge. knowledge without experience is as good as nothing. we waste our time in these schools. all they do is clutter our minds but never reach our hearts. movement is the cause for knowledge.