“Isao had never felt that he might want to be a woman. He had never wished for anything else but to be a man, live in a manly way, die a manly death. To be thus a man was to give constant proof of one’s manliness–to be more a man today than yesterday, more a man tomorrow than today. To be a man was to forge ever upward toward the peak of manhood, there to die amid the white snows of that peak.” Yukio Mishima, Runaway Horses (1969)
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Life as Achilles...
You never feel more alive than when in war zones.
Impressive image from the Land of Gods for those beautiful words.
Taking to the mountain, or at least the forest, is the only thing that gives me the feeling of liberation.
I never see black people in Vermont or New Hampshire.
Liberals are too cowardly to attempt anything beyond backpacking.
Nature is for Aryans.
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