It is at times implied that the internet is a magical place of freedom and anonimity – the mere term ‘second life’ implies the possibility of a parallel life lived on the internet, completely separated from your supposedly ‘first life’. I find myself disagreeing. The internet is but a digital representation of yourself, and digital life resembles real life in all aspects. The internet has two advantages, which are the speed of information dispersion and the immense universe of information available. But this is nothing revolutionary – a telephone and a library provide similar services.
Nrx is one of the many obscure corners of the internet, yet it is the part of the internet which makes an incredible amount of sense. This place has converted me from a sort-of-progressive into a convinced neoreactionary (whatever that may be). Yet implicit in its knowledge is the fact that the internet will not save you, for only your thede may save you. Internet thedes are intellectually mind-blowing, yet practically speaking weak-sauce. They do not help much in real life. I could even argue the opposite: Nrx messes up your real life, for you increasingly feel disconnected with everything around you. Modernity is crap. Media is crap. Equality is crap. Contemporary art is crap. Everyone’s opinions are crap. Some part of my personality has always felt this, which is probably why I am in this obscure part of the internet in the first place. But I feel alone. Whenever I discuss anything of marginally intellectual level with people I inescapably feel like I’m taking crazy pills.
I find myself discussing the most basal concepts which people forget within the week. People are sheeple. Progressives wallow in their power. Atheists swallow everything the media tells them. Protestants are in favor of gay marriage. Catholics warn for macho behavior of men. There truly are very few sane people left and the cynic in me wonders if there ever were many in the first place.
People don’t want to think truth about gays, jews, progressivism, religion, women, power and whatnot. It hurts their heads. They want to think happy thoughts. They want to enjoy modernity, which admittedly is still functioning fairly well in the Netherlands. Rumblings at the horizon are to be ignored and the same goes for messengers of bad news such as myself.
I prefer to have a well-functioning real life, which means I need to get along with the people in my real life. Not sure what conclusion I’m drawing here. Show but don’t tell, I guess. Or: the internet is not your friend. Or: make knowledge work for you, not against you. Whatever. Grumble grumble.