So of late the last few topics and the world at large have been somewhat heavy so in light of this, today's topic is a simpler one, one that I believe many of us can use in some form or another; finding joy in creation.

Let us begin by recognising one of the most vital facets to the European peoples be they in the homelands or the colonies, our ability to create. To shape stone, wood and metals into wondrous, dignified creations, to weave words and musical notes into symphonies for the soul, the creation of the beautiful and the grand has forever been in our blood whether in service to our people or to a higher power. What too often deters our people from creation however is the imposed self judgement latent in this dire epoch, that hawkish nose poking over the shoulder of the mind reciting it's mantra of "you can never achieve greatness" or "you will never be as good as x, y or z". Mayhaps there is a modicum of truth in the statement, mayhaps we will never measure up to the creators of the past. But it is not in that measurement of ourselves to our peers that true beauty and appreciation is found for both can be beautiful at once. In your minds eye imagine a painter. An actual painter, not some charlatan who smears feaces or blots of paint on a canvas and considers themselves a master, instead a true painter of let us say the Romantic style. This young painter creates a simple scene, for the sake of this argument let us say a painting of a river running through a forest. Now this painting, it is not the work of a master nor by an experienced hand but of an artist who poured his love and his soul into this piece. It may be somewhat simplistic, maybe even lacking in technical skill however that is not what makes the piece itself profound. The power of the piece comes from the ardent love put into the work. The hours the young artist sat by this river, the emotions he attempts to convey within the lighting and the very spirit of the piece, this is where the beauty lies. Now imagine a junior Blacksmith, one self taught who learns how to shape metal not by a teacher but within a simply constructed workship within his own abode. He grows in skill slowly, learning as he does, each creation improving over the last. As he pours more and more of his energy and soul into his work his creations become even more beautiful even if lacking the flair of a skilled artisan. The work still speaks of the beauty within it even with the lack of true technical skills, it still speaks of the smiths soul in a way even the most perfectly technically competent piece could not. This is the beauty of creation that is within all sons of Europa, one which must be reignited if we are to remember who we truly are. Let us go back to the artist for a moment. Now the semite, the vile dark soulless parasites of this age who control modern art, we all know what they would say. "It's derivative", "It's too simple", "Where's the "beautiful negress" in European attire sitting by the river?". These "trend setters", these hawkers of misery and degeneration are only too pleased to see such things destroyed and denigrated. Let us be frank you and I, do any here truly believe any person of right mind and soul would truly enjoy creating art to fit within this modern world? To create abominations fit only for a medical file on a patient in a mental asylum? Of course not, it repulses the good and the noble on a fundamental level. So what does the truly creative soul do? Nothing. It does nothing. It rots on the vine, the subtle brush strokes or the graceful litany of a beautiful tongue forever discarded for it does not fit in a world of darkness and vile degradation. The poisoned soul creates the poisoned piece while the noble soul creates the noble work and only one can exist at the forefront at any one time. Sadly in this dire hour the poisonous cultural artifacts are created at an industrial level while the beautiful are shunned and forgotten. It is why now, more than ever before, must each of us rediscover the beauty of creation.