Apollo Returns By Peter West
I came across this interesting little story by French Alt Righter, Guillaume Faye. It is not great literature, and no doubt much is lost in translation, but it is still thought provoking. Western civilisation is collapsing and the protagonist, Jeane Riquetaut, seeks to preserve some trace of what was by putting in words on leather, humanity’s plight, and sealing the leather in a safe. This is what she wrote:
“To the men of the future: My name is Jeanne Riquetout and I am witness to the very rapid end of a civilisation that was born thousands of years ago. This civilisation slowly expanded to cover nearly all of the Earth, which was populated by eight billion people. (She tried to avoid technical or complicated terms.) We can travel all over the planet thanks to our flying machines, and earthbound machines that go at great speed.
We can see each other, talk to each other, write to each other from one end of the world to the other, thanks to other machines. We succeeded in going to the moon. We placed thousands of artificial satellites in orbit around the Earth. We exchange products from one side of the ocean to the other, between all peoples, thanks to immense boats that are 300 metres long. We make buildings as tall as hills. But our world is collapsing. This is the result of a pileup of catastrophes that began about ten years ago.”
That all seems very sentimental, but a little cold hard reality would reveal the futility of the task. Assuming people of the future could get the safe open, after a collapse of civilisation, it is doubtful whether they could read. Nor would they understand the contents of the message: flying machines? Surely not. So, it is pointless, but it does get one to think what will be lost if we go the way of the fall of ancient Rome this time round.
“It wasn’t the fear of death that oppressed her, nor the hunger that began to torment her (she only had ten days’ worth of canned food left, and she was rationing), but the poignant nostalgia for what was already an ancient world. And above all, the haunting idea that this world-wide civilisation that was melting down in a world-wide fracas had been almost entirely constructed by men of European ancestry, the great cohort of her ancestors — whom all the other peoples had imitated. But they had allowed the virus to penetrate the organism, had tragically become too inimical to themselves, or too open to the world.”
That seems to be how things end in the Kali Yuga. Faye forgets that if Western civilisation collapses, then so too will nuclear power stations, which will contaminate the earth with life-destroying radioactivity for millions of years. The physicists have certainly given us a reason to despise them, and still they continue with high energy experiments which, in principle could end it all.