“Men generally work too much to be themselves. Work is a curse which man has turned into pleasure. To work for work’s sake, to enjoy a fruitless endeavor, to imagine that you can fulfill yourself through assiduous labor – all that is disgusting and incomprehensible. Permanent and uninterrupted work dulls, trivializes, and depersonalizes. Work displaces man’s center of interest from the subjective to the objective realm of things. In consequence, man no longer takes an interest in his own destiny but focuses on facts and things. What should be an activity of permanent transfiguration becomes a means of exteriorization, of abandoning one’s inner self. In the modern world, work signifies a purely external activity; man no longer makes himself through it, he makes things.”
- Excerpt From: On The Heights of Despair, by Emil Cioran
“By our audacious act, we break from the dominant mentality of this century and of the world. We kill in ourselves a world in order to build another, a higher one reaching to the heavens. The absolute sovereignty of money is broken to be replaced by the power of the spirit and of moral values. We do not deny and will not deny the role and necessity of the material in the world, but we do deny and always will its right to preeminence.” – Corneliu Zelea Codreanu.
The hearer of myth, regardless of his level of culture, when he is listening to a myth, forgets, as it were, his particular situation and is projected into another world, into another universe which is no longer his poor little universe of every day. . . . The myths are true because they are sacred, because they tell him about sacred beings and events. Consequently, in reciting or listening to a myth, one resumes contact with the sacred and with reality, and in so doing one transcends the profane condition, the ‘historical situation.’ In other words one goes beyond the temporal condition and the dull self-sufficiency which is the lot of every human being simply because every human being is ‘ignorant’ — in the sense that he is identifying himself, and Reality, with his own particular situation. And ignorance is, first of all, this false identification of Reality with what each one of us appears to be or to possess. – Mircea Eliade