Decline is an old temptation of the European soul, the dark side of its tragic courage. In spite of the sun of Attica, Hesiod had already whispered the song of the twilight, before the bards took it back under the grey sky of the old Germania and the Celtic countries.
It was this song that haunted Master Robert Wace, in his island of Jersey, one day as he traced on parchment the first lines of his Roman de Rou, in the middle of the 12th century:
«All things hasten to decay
All fall, all perish, all come to an end
Man dieth, iron consumeth, wood decayeth
Towers crumble, strong walls fall down, the rose withereth away...»
Certainly. But also, all things come back, they are reborn, they live again. Children are born and succeed to fathers.
And even if some generations would be forgetful and unfaithful, without them knowing it, through them life is transmitted and with it, a part of the heritage that other generations eager to return to the sources of the kingdom, beyond time, will find later on.
📖 History and Traditions of Europeans — Dominique Venner, 2002
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