The need for self-mastery, for self-discovery, is no small part of what makes a man a man. We are driven by danger; we are driven by the need to stand, fight, and bleed, in the name of something greater than ourselves, side by side with those we call our own. Because in the midst of all this, we realize what lies hidden within. Now we have conquered the world, and will one day conquer the stars.
Tragically, however, the luxury our victories have afforded have also destroyed what is best in us. For as Seneca once said, "No man is more unhappy than he who never faces adversity. For he is not permitted to prove himself." But where are we to prove ourselves today? Where are we to discover what is best within us when strength, manhood, competition, and victory, have all been condemned by feminists, pacifists, nihilists, all these modern day social crusaders?
Yes, we have lost something special, even something spiritual; we have lost the Master Within.
We know when something is missing.
When I was young, I went looking for answers. However, the answers I sought were nowhere to be found, and after much discouragement, I discovered I had more in common with Stoic philosophers and Samurai warriors than I did my own contemporaries. So I turned to old books about heroes, to the martial arts, and to the study of warrior cultures. These saved me from a fate worse than death, that slow wasting away of the human spirit so typical today. And this is how I discovered the Tradition.
The Tradition is that body of ancient ideals that had up until recently been handed down from father to son through countless generations, and that had thus served as the foundation for all human society. Its loss has been our downfall, and now, in life and in literature, I wish to revitalize that Tradition in the world, one man at a time. And so this is my work: It will not be easy, but so be it; nothing worth doing is easy.