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>(*time to go over it)

Just like the political groups which do not realise this functioning, ideas themselves are fed to the vast machine with equal force to the vitality in their opposition. Perhaps even a greater force, as modernity is not simply a materialist dialectic, but a subsumption of metaphysical and theological laws to hidden materials. And in this sense each opposition is reduced, then distilled into its powerful and combustible qualities. The humanist form realises a power which its predecessors could never have known, and once refined the oil is pressed beneath a crank shaft into an explosion. Materialism unveils a world on the other side of form.

Even if we may disagree with this conception we are forced, eventually, to admit its power or guile. There can be no discussion of the old world, it is stricken out by law at the very beginning of any discussion. And in this we see the power of freedom of speech: its very form exists in opposition to laws of being and dominion, and instead forces negation, laws of becoming and devastation. It assumes authority over natural law and extricates material out of form and idea. Even war's devastating power is seen as a weakness before it.

One can sense this in the strategy of defense in depth, in the endless raining of shells to which the line of defense had to be abandoned. Man returned to the earth, dug himself into it, covered himself in mud, even hid in the burned out tree trunks once the forest had been consumed by steel and fire. Nothing survived of the old form of war, and man was little more than a runner or shield of impossibly destructive forces. Hence why the most devastating elements often occurred away from the battlefield - war begins to appear as a stasis within an eternal churning of ruin, a moment of peace. Certainly not what it should be.

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