The more I try to reject Islamic civilization, the more I find myself irresistibly drawn to it, much like a moth struggling with a hot light bulb.
Abstractly, I dislike Islam and Muslim populations. I agree with the arguments that Islam is a threat to Western civilization, that Islam is a regressive religion compared to Christianity, and that embracing Islam as a white man is treason.
However, concretely, my heart falls everytime for them. When I run, most Western songs utterly fail to motivate me. The only music that does allow me to break new ground, to find unsuspected motivation and energy: action movie music and... nasheeds. Everytime I see a documentary on a Muslim country, especially if it is a developed country like Iran, I feel an enormous love and concern for its inhabitants, and wish that I would have been born there. I remember watching a documentary excerpt, posted here, on the matchmaking/marriage process in Iran and being more amazed by the authentically "wholesome" psychology of Iranian women than by the process itself. Simple minds who attach more importance to qualities of the heart than to anything else, and find listening to non-sacred music dangerous (this bigotry is actually very refreshing and admirable, because they indicate a righteous concern for moral corruption).
Islamic civilization, according to the extremely high IQ philosophers Oswald Spengler and René Guénon, is the last "magical" civilization inasmuch as it is the last where pure reason doesn't reign. I would add to this that it's magical by esthetics alone. It's a world out of time.
Abstractly, I dislike Islam and Muslim populations. I agree with the arguments that Islam is a threat to Western civilization, that Islam is a regressive religion compared to Christianity, and that embracing Islam as a white man is treason.
However, concretely, my heart falls everytime for them. When I run, most Western songs utterly fail to motivate me. The only music that does allow me to break new ground, to find unsuspected motivation and energy: action movie music and... nasheeds. Everytime I see a documentary on a Muslim country, especially if it is a developed country like Iran, I feel an enormous love and concern for its inhabitants, and wish that I would have been born there. I remember watching a documentary excerpt, posted here, on the matchmaking/marriage process in Iran and being more amazed by the authentically "wholesome" psychology of Iranian women than by the process itself. Simple minds who attach more importance to qualities of the heart than to anything else, and find listening to non-sacred music dangerous (this bigotry is actually very refreshing and admirable, because they indicate a righteous concern for moral corruption).
Islamic civilization, according to the extremely high IQ philosophers Oswald Spengler and René Guénon, is the last "magical" civilization inasmuch as it is the last where pure reason doesn't reign. I would add to this that it's magical by esthetics alone. It's a world out of time.
