Do we fear death, or the implied boredom of non-existence? If the latter be the case, then why are we so reluctant to actively seek that which excites us: change and chaos. Are they not synonyms for experience, the constant factor in our lives; our processes of growing? Ask yourself if the life you now live could be a suitable blueprint for your specks of stardust bursting out past the ever expanding boundaries of space after your demise, only to ultimately reaccumulate into a human figure by virtue of gravity for all eternity. Would you be satisfied by this status quo existence, or would you seek chaos to escape the boredom of repetition, and live? Excite yourself.
—  To be human (20) - M.A. Tempels © 2017
If there is to be peace in the world,
There must be peace in the Nations.
If there is to be peace in the Nations,
There must  be peace in the cities.
If there is to be peace in the cities,
There must be peace between neighbours.
If there is to be peace between neighbours,
There must be peace in the home.
If there is to be peace in the home,

There must be peace in the heart.
—  Laozi

Idealism is fine, but as it approaches reality, the costs become prohibitive.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 - William F. Buckley Jr. 

Russia always senses the masculine principle for itself as something transcendent, and not immanent, something incidental from the outside. With this is connected the fact, that everything masculine, liberating and formative in Russia has been as it were not Russian, foreign, Western European, French or German, or Greek in the past. Russia on its own is incapable as it were to form itself into a free lifestyle, incapable to form of itself the person. The turning towards its own soil, towards its own national element in Russia so readily assumes a character of enslavement, leads to immobility, turns into reaction. Russia is like an eligible girl, awaiting a bridegroom, who ought to scale whatever the heights, but there arrives not the intended, instead only a German official to dominate her. And in the life of spirit they do dominate her: now Marx, now Kant, now Steiner, now some other foreigner of a man. Russia, so unique, a land of so extraordinary a spirit, has found itself constantly in a relation of servitude to Western Europe. It has not learned from Europe, what is needful and good, has not partaken of European culture what might prove salvific for it, but like a slave it has been made subject to the West or else in a wild nationalistic reaction it has threatened the West, threatening the culture.
—  Nikolai Alexandrovich Berdyaev, The Fate of Russia, 1918