True To Our Roots
Our Common Ground: Earth
Image: Earth From Space- BBC History Magazine
We are not just living on a planet...
We are living inside the only known convergence of fire, water, earth, and air.
Here, rivers flow.
Here, winds speak.
Here, soil breathes.
Here, fire burns.
Nowhere else in the universe do we find any of these things play off one another as they do here.
This is not ideology.
This is physics.
The Home of Fire
Fire—combustion—is not known to exist anywhere but here.
It is a reaction between fuel and air…
a dance between matter and breath.
On Earth, combustion is effortless.
A match. A spark. A campfire under the stars.
On Mars? On the Moon? In the void?
Nothing burns.
Because nothing can.
No candles. No wildfires. No hearth. No home.
Fire is not just energy.
It is ritual. It is warmth.
It is humanity itself.
The Delusion of Escape
Sometimes, Earth feels hard to love.
She's moody. She's loud. She makes messes and gives us storms and floods and viruses.
It’s tempting to look up… and dream of leaving.
That’s why the technocrats want Mars.
A blank slate. No mud. No noise. No past. Only potential.
However...
“Mars ain’t the place to raise a kid…
In fact it’s cold as hell.”
They don’t believe in a future here.
They want control. Sterility. They want something different.
They don't seem to understand that life isn’t clean.
Life is compost and chaos and deluges and combustion.
Rare by Any Standard
Rare Earth Hypothesis suggests that the emergence of complex life is not just unusual—it may be cosmically freakish.
It’s not enough to find a rock at the right distance from a star.
You need tectonic stability, a magnetic shield, a massive moon, carbon cycling, symbiosis, predators, decay, fire…
You need everything Earth is.
And we’ve yet to find it anywhere else.
I believe we never will.
The Four
🜁 Air we breathe without filters.
🜄 Water falls from the sky and flows from stone.
🜃 Earth nourishes us from death.
🜂 Fire lights our minds and cooks our meals.
On other planets, they are separate or missing altogether.
Here, they combine into life.
The escape fantasy isn’t a dream of freedom.
It’s a forgetting of what sustains us.
The Luciferian Perspective
The Übermensch doesn’t ascend.
He roots.
Not in submission—but in defiant love.
The Übermensch does not flee this world.
He accepts it. Shapes it. Suffers through it.
Not to escape, but to reveal its hidden beauty.
To remain—knowing what we know—
is the highest form of devotion.