The tradition of modernity is to repudiate tradition per se. It’s right there in the term: ‘modern’ is from Late Latin modernus, from Latin modo, “just now.” So ‘modern’ means “what is just now.”
Traditionalists take the modern tradition with utmost seriousness, thoroughness, and consistency: they repudiate the tradition of modernity.
Traditionalists are the iconoclasts of iconoclasm. So likewise are they then the true postmodernists. In their hearts and in their minds, and so far as is possible in their acts, they live into whatever it is that shall inevitably ensue, once modernity has finished eating itself, and collapsed; once the people have awakened and shaken it off like a nightmare or Soviet Communism.
Traditionalists are ransacking the cupboards on the morning after Belshazzar’s Feast, looking for the coffee as the sour dregs of the Party lapse into biliary nausea, bitter existential regret, and alcoholic coma, and as the Persians begin to assemble their siege engines.
The Traditionalist critique of modernity and its restoration of coherence to social theory and policy cannot but eventuate in a Restoration of tradition, somehow or other, and of some sort.
That Restoration is a historical inevitability on account of the lethality of the incoherence at the root of modernity. Modernity is autophagous (as the first sentence of this post makes clear). This is why modernist revolutions always devour their children. Even if there were no traditionalists, modernity would turn and rend itself – is doing so, right now, faster and faster. The absurdities weekly amplify and redound; they accelerate and compound, with compounding acceleration.
The governor has been removed from the steam engine, and the engine is whirling itself to bits.
We don’t yet know exactly how the Restoration is likely to be accomplished, only that it must be. We do not therefore need to know, or to try to specify, how to accomplish the Restoration. All we need to do is hold fast to what is Good, True, and Beautiful, and do our best to act righteously in respect to the things that Providence has given under our hands. Providence – and the instability of evil – will see to the rest.
Nor do we yet know much about what the Restored Traditional social order will look like. But we can be pretty sure that it will adhere more or less closely to what all sane men believed before the Enlightenment. In their guts, sane men of every age – even the modern – believe in Truth, Goodness and Beauty (there is in the end no other way to live), so one thing we can be fairly sure of is that the Restored Tradition will preserve science and high technology. Because under a social order that is sane, coherent, and properly ordered to reality, thus much more efficient and so prosperous withal, true science and righteous (i.e., properly careful, as opposed to Faustian) technology are likely to be preserved, and even enhanced, the Restoration is not unlikely to generate a great leap forward for humanity.
It may also of course be accompanied by a massive reduction of human population. If so it must be, God send that it should transpire peacefully – as it would, e.g., if the moderns kept on failing to reproduce. Eliminating lots of Boomers via the prick will not quite do, after all, for that would be a sort of violence, and in the circumstances entirely untoward; my own Boomer sort is done, whatever may come, at least demographically. Thanks be to God. No need then to kill Boomers; just kill their toxic memes. If you can’t do that, what good are you?
Anyway; we may here all be at rest in mind and heart, confident that all the devilry that so bedevils us must be its own comeuppance; the scythe of its own extinction, whatever it cuts and kills in the meantime.
Just hold fast to what is good, abstain from every evil – I Thessalonians 5:13-22 – and you shall be OK in the end. What else is there, anyway? If you are not trying to be a saint, well then, what the Hell – literally – is wrong with you? You are going to end up losing everything, no matter what; so, ought and might as well be virtuous in so doing. That way, you have a shot at gaining it all back, better, and much more, in the Resurrection.
Saintliness is the only truly hedonist move. So much for the spirit of Woodstock.