XLIX – “The sage has no mind of his own”

The sage has no mind of his own. He takes as his own the mind of the people.

Those who are good I treat as good. Those who are not good I also treat as good. In so doing I gain in goodness. Those who are of good faith I have faith in. Those who are lacking in good faith I also have faith in. In so doing I gain in good faith.

The sage in his attempt to distract the mind of the empire seeks urgently to muddle it. The people all have something to occupy their eyes and ears, and the sage treats them all like children.


I wish to distract the mind of the empire, so I muddle the mind of the empire. I wonder about the word distract. I want to distract the mind of the empire from its certainties, the certainty for example, that makes enemies. Show those of bad faith good faith? Yes, I will continue to be a good example to the Will to Power, even when she puts her tongue out at me. And I will show the empire virtue, even in the face of bad tricks.




The history of all hitherto existing societies…

…is the history of the oppression of women;

…is the history of the persecution of homosexuals and lesbians;

…is the history of the overthrow of religious dogma;

…is the history of technological development;

…is the history of tribal and national delusions;

…is the history of historical narratives.

This is the credo of the Left in its feminist-sexual liberationist-scientistic-technologist-globalist-cultural relativist form.

What is it though? It’s the history of laziness. Anything to avoid work and the work of the revolution in particular!




XLVIII – “In the pursuit of learning”

In the pursuit of learning one knows more every day; in the pursuit of the way one does less every day. One does less and less until one does nothing at all, and when does nothing at all there is nothing that is undone.

It is always through not meddling that the empire is won. Should you meddle, then you are not equal to the task of winning the empire.


The way is reins, but no blinkers; a saddle, but no spur. The way is a trot or a canter, but not a gallop.


XLVII – “Without stirring abroad”

Without stirring abroad

One can know the whole world;

Without looking out of the window

One can see the way of heaven.

The further one goes

The less one knows.

Therefore the sage knows without having to stir,

Identifies without having to see,

Accomplishes without having to act.


The self-discipline of constantly restraining oneself, of tolerating pompous stupidity, of waiting for the idiocy to run aground; to leave the stage to fools, to suffer the judgment of the ignorant, and to pursue one’s own ends and the ends of one’s family peacefully… is a question of internal alchemy: it means accepting mistakes and persevering in the training.



Pleni sunt caeli et terra gloria tua, pt 3

“Holy, holy, holy is the LORD of hosts;

The whole earth is full of his glory.” 

It is from the prophet Isaiah. It was odd to hear it (in Hebrew) at the synagogue, its rightful context, and not as “the Sanctus”. I find myself looking (now listening) for the G-d I “knew” from the “Old Testament”, the G-d to Whom the Christian trajectory directs towards but then bends away from by its fixation on the divine-man concept-paradox-dogma, which should make G-d present – but is really much more a fixation on man (his crucifixion and resurrection) than it is on G-d. But no more on Christianity.

Now the new language of Ancient Hebrew, G-d’s chosen voice, stands before me like Mount Sinai itself. (To say nothing of 620 mitzvah.) I don’t believe I will ascend it. But there is also wisdom and shelter in its shadow and at its foot, for there is a moment in which even its shadow and its foot are full of His glory.



XLVI – “When the way prevails”

When the way prevails in the empire, fleet-footed horses are relegated to ploughing the fields; when the way does not prevail in the empire, war-horses breed on the border.

There is no crime greater than having too many desires;

There is no disaster greater than not being content;

There is no misfortune greater than being covetous.

Hence in being content, one will always have enough.


The speed and agility of thought I have developed for attacks is well put to task in ploughing the field which is my soul. This leads to good growth. But when my thoughts charge, contending with others, desiring mastery of others, strength will be given up to war.

I will keep to my borders and I will be content within them, ploughing my own soul for the life of my family. That way, we will always have enough.



XLV – “Great perfection seems chipped”

Great perfection seems chipped,

Yet use will not wear it out;

Great fullness seems empty,

Yet use will n0t drain it;

Great straightness seems bent;

Great skill seems awkward;

Great eloquence seems tongue-tied.

Restlessness overcomes cold; stillness overcomes heat.

Limpid and still,

One can be a leader in the empire.


The use or value of something is contradictory to its appearance. Contradictory. Beware that which looks – or sounds – great; it certainly isn’t.