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Such clarifications are absolutely vital, especially the point regarding our position being a positive one. The semetic inversion of our morals has had a disastrous effect on our reasoning skills resulting in the rejection of all that is beautiful and the embrace all that is ugly. A horrific state of affairs. Where men once had bravery in their hearts they now have cowardice and misery. We must aim to change that, no matter the cost.

Tonight's topic will not be of the heady sort, no grand exposition on Will or strength but rather one that I hope will help during these winter months, a subject most prevalent for some. That of how to handle the feeling of isolation in winter.

During the long winter nights it can be a struggle sometimes can it not. As the sun waxes lower in the chilly skies it's quite easy for one to feel a sense of sorrow on the breeze, a sense of despair. Oh, many attribute it to SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) and such like or make some excuse but let us cut to the heart of the matter. The world in a way is quieter and lonelier in winter, isn't it. Not in a literal way but as a whole, the year is drawing to a close, the winter cold cuts deep into one as things seemingly begin to feel harder than usual. It's a familiar struggle each year isn't it, you feel time passing yet nothing changes, just a feeling of lethargy eats away at your soul as the days grow colder. Even things you do regularly, things you know you should do seem a struggle in this period.

It is of no surprise many feel this way for this is natures time of renewal, the crescendo of her decline before her rebirth during the Winter Solstice (the longest night of the year before the sun begins to return). In seasons past we had brothers to turn to, wives to lend us their strength, family to remind of us what is important and and a community in which we would feel a part of to lift our spirits and give us strength which in turn is partly why celebrations are held both on the Solstice and on Christmas Day for they are something we could all take part in as a community. While some do have these structures in one form or another many more do not. Many more stand alone or distant from those who could provide the succor they need, when combined with the burden of knowledge and duty those of our ilk carry, it is no wonder so many fall into misery or despair. It is a hard time made harder by the loss of all that once made us whole.

In the dark, lonely hours of the night when ones mind wanders to the darker places it is easy to feel despondent, the temptation to numb the pain either in an intoxicant or in an unrelenting resentment of the world is ever present. I know this because I knew that feeling intimately some years ago for a few winters, I believe it was likely my first "red pill" as it were. When I left the decrepit pit of my home city and found there was a real world where my people still lived truer, not the hyper reality of the media illusion, it was intoxicating. I felt at home at first if a tad alien. But as time passed and October began I began to lose that feeling. No matter who I spoke to, no matter what I did I could not fit in with those I lived around even though they were fellow countrymen. Where I locked my doors when I was still home they left their unlocked, when a local Christmas fairé was on I'd only briefly visit but never socialise, every time I walked home in the early evening I'd still be looking over my shoulder or glancing down side roads for trouble.