Working on a Definition of Modernity
Now, many far more educated than I have their own definitions of the term, but nonetheless I do use it, and thus it would serve me to better define this modernity for myself.
In honesty, my use of the word is actually a misleading one. What I refer to is nothing new. It showed up in various forms throughout time dating back at least to the Classical Era, and, I believe, as far back as humans have been capable of individual thought. However, a general understanding of the concept exists between conservative and reactionary types, stemming from the recent predominance of it in the past couple of centuries, and so the word is appropriate enough.
So, this thing I call modernity has these four core aspects:
Malaise—the feeling that things aren't quite real. The visceral absence of meaning or beauty. The architecture is dull, the art is without substance, the erotic is fetishistic, love is just a word, it’s all relative anyway. Another telling sign is that beauty is no longer known; it is rationalized, as is the case with fat acceptance or transsexualism or art whose only value is ideological. Malaise is the vague feeling of emptiness in between highs in a mature addiction. In short, malaise is the separation from the beautiful.
Sadism—fulfillment, not mere pleasure, derived from destruction. The hatred of God. The hatred of people. The hatred of the past. The hatred of that one thing that’s preventing me from being happy. The eternal revolution. In its purest form, sadism seeks no justification beyond itslef, but in most it carries with it some rationalization or another. From jacobins and communists so hateful of the ancient regime that they passionately seek to destroy all trappings of the traditions of their ancestors, to rightists who so hate “modernity” that they have given up on the world and embrace the idea of an apocalypse. In short, sadism is the desire to rip apart reality as it is known, which is an obstacle to pleasant dreams.
Delusion—the comforting, pleasant dreams themselves. The corruption of human reason used to rationalize the other aspects. It blinds men from God, sowing in them doubt and faithlessness. It drives men to Utopian fervor, where the pursuit of the eschaton becomes the source of meaning in life, coming before religion, family, duty, or virtue. By exploiting the human ability to imagine something better, delusion installs in one a rejection of what is real.
Dread—the realization that life truly is meaningless, that God is dead. That you are alone, and that you’re so tired. No longer do you care for dreams, you just want to sleep, and the greatest pain is the knowledge that you may awake. It manifests itself in depression, apathy, addiction, and suicide. Anything to kill the connection to the world. There is no friend you won’t betray, no moral you won’t break, no love you won’t reject so long as it means you get to die if even for just a little while.
Modernity is the superficial first layer of Chaos, the descent into the void. The increasing atomization and liberation of humanity. The rejection, in some form or another, of reality—of God—in favor of something which is not—a dream of paradise, an abstract ideal, the death of an enemy, a final rest.
It goes by other names: leftism, anarchy, demonism, Thanatos. In the end, this thing I call modernity is the force opposed to existence. It is not everything that is bad or displeasing, but, because fundamentally existence is good, this thing I call modernity is indeed evil.