Ideologies, at one time or another, acted as solutions to very particular problems. They quickly become husks.
We want to put our ears up to them to try and hear the music of a dead world, but all one hears is the white noise of one's own ear hearing itself; the density of nothing.
Left and Right have captured moments in time and projected them into the future. The Left's vocabulary is now as unknowingly old as the Right always knew their own vocabulary was the moment heads in France began to roll. No one believes in a real proletariate anymore; this is why the critical theory culture of universities retreated years ago into the septic and all too simple realm of power/victim discourse in order to intellectually larp a new Marxism out of sight from the working class whom they alienated.
The Right retreats into ever antinomianizing depths, intent on taking western civilization back whilst somehow remaining decentralized and in full control of its cultural faculties, intent on finding new ways to alienate its softer elements, as paranoid to find so much as a pimple of progressivism on its proverbial ass as it is to compromise any of its hard won edge, even in the brief instances it would only be pragmatic to do so.
There are no real wars to fight anymore. Not holy ones, anyway. Our wars today are mainly games of influence. World peace was never tenable, but is there a single war which can even pretend honor today?
Countries destabilize one another or get other countries to destabilize themselves. There are ideologies behind them and then those who play off those ideologies. The real players know just how susceptible ideologies are to material influence and gain. An ideal is what sends people to war against a wicked foe. An ideology, on the other hand, is what sends people to war against their own neighbors, friends and family members; it is what destroys society from within.
Ideologies don't have decay from within as a selling point, however, but usually one form of utopia or another. When utopia fails royally, people become disenchanted and double down on the violence they suppose it would take to bring their apocalyptic vision about.
It all becomes a matter of disappointed aspirations with the highest possible cost. Society cannot afford to make insane wagers with imaginary secular heavens on earth anymore. The Volk and The Worker, it's all the same.
The utopian model needs to be opposed by the tragic model - which is also the heroic model.
The tragic/heroic model of society realizes that violence is inevitable. The question then becomes, what is to be done with violence? Who is peaceful enough to have in our society? Who is too violent to have in our society? When is war inevitable, and how does one fight it with the minimal cost possible, and toward the greatest possible good of the community?
The tragic/heroic model of society realizes that freedom is not a unilateral right, but an abstract concept that exists on a scale of gradation and, paradoxically, only belongs to those who are willing to respect the scale of freedom in the lives of the people around them. Freedom is the gift which is taken when not given.
The tragic/heroic society pushes people to become better at dealing with a difficult world. It is not one which promises them peace and happiness without work. Happiness can never be reallocated like stolen money.
The tragic/heroic society realizes that some people simply don't get along. It recognizes that the freedom to associate also means the freedom to not associate. Acceptance is not universal. This is the whole point of voting, and more importantly, secession. People like to live among people with the same objectives. Forcing someone to associate with you through legal measures is social rape.
The tragic/heroic society has, as its only center, the preservation of its highest principles. Principles cannot be voted on. They are reasoned with, deduced, understood and practiced. This society understands that people who are not principled, who are not willing to work with others, don't belong there.
The tragic/heroic society, more than anything else, accepts and affirms life even in its ugliness, even in its hardship. It understands that creation comes with destruction, life comes with death, beginnings come with endings, work comes with leisure, love comes with sacrifice.
There is no shortcut and there is no ultimate position or eschatological conclusion by which we can all pick our feet up and say we no longer need responsibility. There is no point at which we can turn to the universe and say, 'Okay, I've given enough, now it's your turn to make me happy.'
Embracing the tragic and the heroic makes us more complete. It exorcizes us of our self-destructive tendencies and sharpens our vision. It is beyond the repression of utopia.
It is the freedom of all possibility, not a race toward death.