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The Heart of the World's Choice For the Only Truth
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The Heart of the World's Choice For the Only Truth
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Truth, Never Anything But The
In my rare visits out of the Heart of the World, beyond that all too real line where I stop being able to puzzle out what the hick in front of me is saying- to that most intoxicatingly lusty and perverse corner of this bloated landmass, mostly simply lumped together as "the Occident" by my countrymen, the few associates I have maintained in those lesser climes always ask me: "How has the whole thing not collapsed in on itself, what with the weight of years (and the unspoken lack of progress in those years weighing most heavily), and the pompous, cumbersome traditions...and a man that damned well ought to have succumbed to some old man's ailment or another at the helm..." Or some such drivel as that.
Thinking it over, it's almost worth the extensive (but never extended) visits with Customs and Social Integrity to be able to give each and every one of those four unfortunate souls the whole spiel. Did circumstance allow such a visit in these days of universal brotherhood and fellowship, I imagine it would be an even greater joy.
See, in the Heart of the World- the Cradle of True Civilization- we've been onto a fact that a gratefully small clutch of nations out there are just now really catching.
Strong economic performance, or the constant quest for that whorish ideal, is naught save the doom of nations. Certainly, it's helpful. And fun. It will make things easier, in general. But really, deep down in your gut- damn sure in mine- you know that's not a place you want to settle down into. Not a place where you have to turn on the television, or the computer- or your eternally damned smart phone- to see even a portion of the world still breathing, fighting, moving, loving, praying altogether at once, still vibrating with the First Note of the Music of the Spheres. Not like the Heart of the World.
Prosperity is a product not of single-minded, nearly anarchic, completely self-centered materialism, but a natural by-product of a Godly People, in a Godly Land. Industry, prosperity, true satisfaction and victory are all borne of the same right action. And there, friends, is the pomposity I made a negligibly veiled allusion to earlier.
Saving that though is the fact that it really isn't pompous. I imagine it might have seemed like that to some random Occidental fellow anytime before a year ago. Hell, even a half a year ago for the very cynical, or stubborn observer. One of the oldest, largest, most resilient- and yes wealthiest too- Kingdoms under the sun suffered through one of the most debilitating famines in modern history- or at least that civilized or semi-civilized (see: Occidental Cultures and Their Derivatives) have recorded, and that's intentionally excluding the jumped-up monkey men of more easterly and southerly climes. Non-parenthetical phrase, just so everyone can guess which way I blow in the wind on that issue.
However it's packaged, and however it's related it was still bad. Even for a people properly fortified by a properly deep and abiding faith, it was a game changer. Up to that fateful season the Empire had enjoyed numbers as good as 11 percent annual growth in a number of sectors. Between 2000-2008, it was estimated (by folks that are damned good at estimating) that as many as ten million new jobs in industries growing at break-neck speeds, primarily in the Three Rivers Valley, the Head of the Heart. One of the largest natural gas reservoirs in the region promised untold wealth- and more importantly inroads into heavily guarded trans-oceanic markets. Suddenly: famine.
I won't waste the effort printing out the reasons, or the possible reasons, or even the uncomfortable statistics. Plenty of other people a damned sight better with such slippery facts and figures are devoting enough time to that without me proving myself a rank amateur. We all know the end results. We all know where we are now. We all have an idea, entirely too clear an idea, of where it could have gone. But it didn't. And it won't.
I don't think it will be going that way in the Occident, not for the party that matters. Though the particular creed might be a bit misguided, the natural inclination to Righteousness continues to be borne through and out, upon willing or unwilling shoulders. I don't think it will go that way in Himyar either. Not after yesterday. And certainly not after tomorrow.
So not at all pompous. Very well justified. The model, really the Only Model, has been proven here and elsewhere. I just wish I could be there with the rest, to make this argument face to face.
Hazer Balgatzin Bek is a man with a coat of many colors, and one of those rarest of all Sons of the Heart of the World, an Apostolic Orthodox Khazar. Veteran, Father, Diplomat, and Journalist he authors at least one such collection of witticisms every week for our darling publication.