I have spoken of our achievements and greatness in previous posts, it is for this very reason, this understanding of who we truly are and what we have and can achieve. The Colussus of Rhodes, the Library of Alexandra, the eradication of diseases, grand treatise upon the very spirit that inhabits us, even touching the very veil of space, these were achievements done by Men, Men just like us. Of course visionaries, the pioneers of such grand schemes, their names may well be remembered but these Men were not simply individuals. These achievements were not made simply by them but by the collective efforts *of* Men like us ourselves, Men who believed in the creation of these achievements, who served a higher purpose in pursuit of such incredible achievements. We may not remember the name of every stone shaper, of every scholar, craftsmen and labourer who worked on such edifices but we do not need to. They are already remembered in the realisation of these monuments, in the creation of such incredible works by the very fact it was our race, our people, the European people who achieved such things. It was in this I found understanding.

You and I may not be some great hero leading our people in a front line, not all of us may not end up surviving to see victory. But we *will* survive long enough in the great skein of things to help push our people forward as so many others did before us. This is what lifted me from the malaise, this understanding that even against such incalculable odds before us the spirit of the European man can still triumph for even in his darkest of hours there is still a spark deep within him that not only can shield one from pain but deliver us from it. It is a belief, a faith, something which I have spoken of previously also. It is not a faith in a semetic God, it is not a faith in Christ although I will not attack such figures unless provoked, it is a faith in something greater, in ourselves and what we can achieve in pursuit of nobler ideals. It is a belief that we have survived such horrors before even if we do not fully comprehend it. It is of no shock to find so many ancient European myths concerning end times all share similar traits, an external influence causing a degredation of our cultures and our people ending in a victory at great cost. Be it the Nordic Rangarok, the Celtic Prophecy of Baph the crow Goddess or even the Kali Yuga of Hindu-Aryan prophecy, these tales all speak intrinsically to what transpires today. Treachery. Horror. A time where good Men are few and weak men are plenty.