Vox posted on Jordan Peterson's descent into madness. The wording of that post, particularly the conclusion, highlighted JP's succumbing relationship with chaos. JP's status as a false priest, controlled opposition for the Satanic Cabal, reminded me of another fallen hierarch who gazed too deeply into Chaos:
Warhammer has enduring appeal because it is aesthetically true. The artwork in JP's home attests to this fact. Observe the correlation between JP quotes and their fantasy equivalent:
“Order is not enough. You can't just be stable, and secure, and unchanging, because there are still vital and important new things to be learned. Nonetheless, chaos can be too much. You can't long tolerate being swamped and overwhelmed beyond your capacity to cope while you are learning what you still need to know."
If my time in the Black Library taught me anything it was - rather controversially - that Chaos is already very much part of us. It deals in the currency of mortal souls and feeds off states and emotions that are in essence natural. Without us there would be no Chaos. Good and evil? Right and wrong? These are binary oppositions that the inhabitants of this galaxy use to comfort and define themselves. I'm afraid much of the God-Emperor's work is done in the grey area in between.
“To stand up straight with your shoulders back is to accept the terrible responsibility of life, with eyes wide open. It means deciding to voluntarily transform the chaos of potential into the realities of habitable order. It means adopting the burden of self-conscious vulnerability, and accepting the end of the unconscious paradise of childhood, where finitude and mortality are only dimly comprehended. It means willingly undertaking the sacrifices necessary to generate a productive and meaningful reality (it means acting to please God, in the ancient language).”
- Discipline leads to Victory
- It is Victory in War that brings Immortality
- Immortality is the Gift of Chaos
- In exchange, Chaos demands Blood
- Thus, Blood must be ever spilt
- Therefore, Eternal Life demands Eternal War
- Eternal War demands Eternal Discipline
- Chaos will always have Blood: Yours or Theirs
“Every bit of learning is a little death. Every bit of new information challenges a previous conception, forcing it to dissolve into chaos before it can be reborn as something better. Sometimes such deaths virtually destroy us.”
Don't blame me for what I’ve done. I watched my wife and daughters die before me. It was death or embracing Chaos, and I knew that through Chaos, I might live. Live! It is life that matters and what I have learned is that Chaos IS life, for life is change and destruction and new forms, new mutations ever manifesting. We clung to the Emperor, a dying effigy, because He was all we knew. We feared life. We feared our own potential strength. The Imperium is dying. A slow death, but it’s dying. I did what I had to, that’s all. I opened my eyes and saw what a fool all of us were, bowing to a half-dead failure slumped on a throne. Haha! The blasphemy still sends shivers down my spine. It is the freshness of life. I am given to Chaos now. Now I truly live!
“I didn’t sleep. That month, I didn’t sleep for 25 days.”
“I didn’t sleep at all. I didn’t sleep at all for 25 days.”
“How is that possible?”
“I’ll tell you how it’s possible. You lay in bed frozen in something approximating terror for 8 hours and then you get up.”
We own this night, just as we own the fear that runs in your veins.