Thursday, June 01, 2006

He Walks in Darkness

"Achilles absent was Achilles still."

We go into our 20th meeting this evening in Vancouver, Canada this evening at 7:00 pm at Vancouver Public Library to sit in the atrium and discuss our plans to defeat dhimmitude, jihad, and the fascist Left around the world. Where, we wonder, will you be?

Many have come a long way from the privacy of their daily lives and personal concerns to the point that today we spend much our own lives dealing with foreign concerns of religion and politics that we likely would not care to if life were to leave us to our own preferred pursuits. Islam? It bores me to tears. Fascism? I can't stand thinking about it. Socialism? I get frustrated and disgusted hearing the nonsense. Our privacy is invaded, and our publicity demands us to rise up to reclaim it. Our private lives are not our own anymore as they once were. We are drawn into war against our wishes, and now we sit on a far shore awaiting battle. We are actually waiting for you.

Where, Achilles, have you gone?

Ours, though we did not choose it, is a good fight. We are called to battle. Life itself calls us to battle. Our private lives are now part of the whole of our nations and our people. We are called upon.

"The people who walk in darkness will see a great light; those who live in a dark land, the light will shine on them. Thou shalt multiply the nation, Thou shalt increase their gladness; They will be glad in Thy presence as with the gladness of harvest, as men rejoice when they divide the spoil. For Thou shalt break the yoke of their shoulders and the staff of their shoulders, the rod of their oppressor, as in the battle of Midian. For every boot of the booted warrior in the battle tumult, and the cloak rolled in blood, will be for burning, as fuel for the fire."

(Isaiah 9: 2-5).

We chatter in the darkness and squat down chewing our knuckles, waiting. We see the light as we sit in the caves of the mind, know it's shining for us, and we hold back. The hero lurks. He walks in dark places.

We have a great thing to do and we will pay a great price for victory. What a blessing we might have for the taking.

"At last is Hector stretch'd upon the plain,
Who fear'd no vengeance for Patroclus slain:
Then, Prince! You should have fear'd, what now you feel;
Achilles absent was Achilles still:
Yet a short space the great avenger stayed,
Then low in dust thy strength and glory laid."

Homer, The Iliad, Bk. 22.

Your absence disturbs us. We meet in public weekly, Thurdsday evenings, 7-9:00 pm in the library atrium. We assemble for battle. We await you. Call from your camps.

Go now. Go. Go do some great thing.


truepeers said...

Ahoy Dag! the ship turns and reverses slowly, but she be turning.

dag said...

When the fog lifts we might see we're moving ahead in the right direction. I'm optimistic.