The Triumph of Evil Set to a Good Man's Music

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Submitted by Lindsay Perigo on Wed, 2016-06-29 08:30

One doesn't have to be a superstitionist to believe that the end-times are upon us. I'm an elderly atheist, and it's never been clearer to me that Good vs Evil is the defining issue of human existence—since from it existence vs destruction flows—and that Good is now being deluged by a tsunami of Evil ... meaning, mass destruction is nigh (and well-deserved).

Evil as in Islam; Evil as in socialism and other forms of statism; Evil as in the cultural terrorism represented by punk, rap, Wagner and other forms of nihilistic headbanging; Evil as in the gleeful addiction to trivia and banality manifest on Faecesbook and other repositories of mass sub-humanity; Evil as in "Social Justice Warriors" who have supplanted human speech with quacking and frying in the name of closing down all speech; Evil as in mainstream media who have abandoned journalism and acquiesced shamelessly to Evil; Evil most woefully as in the appeasement thereof by social-climbers and cowards who know better but who remain silent or crawl up Evil's rectum ...

It occurred to me tonight as I listened to this incomparable performance of Tchaikovsky's Pathetique Symphony that the tale of humanity is bound up herein—and I suspect Tchaikovsky knew as much, even though this, his final composition, was primarily, pre-eminently, personal and auto-biographical.

The first movement could be seen as laying out the Glory of Man as He might be, ought to be, can be, and often has been. Midway through, He encounters Evil in a thunderous confrontation, but emerges intact ... though ominously subdued.

The second movement could be seen as sublime maintenance. Life-affirmation, benevolence, conviviality, diligent creativity ... all reiterated and writ large. The third could be seen as militant maintenance—the same virtues asserted more aggressively. But note that in both movements Evil's pesky voice subtly insinuates itself into an otherwise seamless optimism, and is left to undulate and percolate.

In the fourth movement, the first movement comes crashing down. We didn't pay sufficient attention to Evil; we have left it to undulate and percolate ... and it has suddenly caught up with us. Part of Evil's insidious modus operandi after all was to destroy our ability to pay attention in the first place; all that is necessary for Evil to triumph, it turns out, is for good men constantly to be texting, gaming, burbling inanities on Faecesbook ... and, when confronted unavoidably with the likes of Istanbul and Orlando, repairing to mindless, evasive excuses.

Another part of Evil's insidious modus operandi was to turn off Man's receptors to beauty, so that His very destruction may be chronicled to Him in the most beautiful language ever contrived without His having a clue.

Here is an instance of "the most beautiful language ever contrived"—and in its rediscovery, I submit—that of the Romantic genre and the virtues that underpin it—lies Man's only hope of salvation.