All is permeated with sexuality as per the nature of life’s struggle. Selective breeding as related to religion and the Ancient Fertility Cult have been discussed previously. As has been mentioned, monogamy, and heterodoxy (even among isolated genetic zones) is an innovation. Primeval man sexually dominated his offspring, as is the origin of divine-right kingship. The innovative monogamy and semi-egalitarian reproductive welfare state replaced the sexual-command economy (see the article by the same name) through a true Agape love, the love of man for his fellow, and both for God. This is neither a humanist’s stripping himself of judgement, nor is it a universalist’s prioritising of life for its own sake. Philia, brotherly love, is the man’s restraint of himself, his following after the manner of Attis. Priestly ritual (whether actual or symbolic) circumcision, castration, crucifixion, celibacy, self-flagellation — such practices emulate the highest manly love, clean of prurience (as is NEVER the case in heterosexual relations). Of this no one can deny that sublimation of libido is the centre of Order, we have said as much. Where we disagree with such sentiments is in our realisation of boundless, unconditional love, that which God has for his creation, is not imposed upon creation because of our mortality, more specifically our unimpressive coital stamina. Perhaps the attribute of “Omnipotence” is to be understood as our Racial Patriarch’s Perpetual Orgasm. What has been called the Männerbund is correctly understood to be the foundation of the state. Man’s yielding under vicious female-tyranny was proposed by certain Marxist intellectuals to have been “the origin of private property, family, and the state” (see the book by the same name). Rather we would imagine the bulging muscular hunter, animal skins draped over his chiseled fleshly armour, not paying particular attention to the sinister mind-games of noisy wantons who would otherwise be the harem-slaves of baboons or horny jackals if not for the heroic mercy of the man above nature. We can do better to picture, for example, the righteous King David,with verified stamina in dealing with womankind, “finding grace in the eyes” of his faithful love Johnathan. It appears that man’s love for man sanctified our species as opposed to the more bestial method of gynocratic sexual-selection. We may also observe a trend of individualism in nature (one which could be said to have been broken by the uniquely human communalism) males compete with one another for the approval of the female, except, luckily for the animal kingdom, all a sharp-toothed, furry, four-legged ruffian has to do is prove himself by exhausting competitors,as opposed to the “man” of today who has to humiliate himself to be so much as spoken to by the “fairer sex”. This ludicrous social Coitus Interruptus wherein men compete to ejaculate into the barren and overused orifice(s) of of either type of female (woman or sub-man) has rent asunder brotherhood. Nothing greater could have been stolen from us than this most holy camaraderie. The masculine friendship of such a degree reflects a step toward a more mechanically determined selective breeding, rather than a competitive sexual economy, or a spontaneous, usually more impulsive than strategic, type of “romance”. Intimate interaction with women begets family, intimate interaction with men begets civilisation, thus, without betraying our desire to continue the lineage, we can clearly see the latter intimacy as being far superior and much higher on the list of priorities. Men are not martyred for their wives, to leave a widow would be to do a disservice. Men march and fight for their brothers at arms, knowing well that their beloved shares their loins. It is proposed that true love is the unity of the lost Male and Female halves of the primordial hermaphrodite. We would posit that the hybrid Anima and Animus are regresses to a further undifferentiated throwback and that such a bond, when conducted improperly, often leads to the conceit of one’s manhood. Whereas the unselfish desire for the other half is the exclusive domain of the free-man. These wonderful Roman concepts of Auctoritas and Libertas illustrate a most perfect civilisational achievement. A curse of lethargy and carelessness has replaced such nobility and respect. Serious, loving, friendships between men are scarce. The attitude of the time is one of apathetic mockery. The personality of the ‘easy going’ or ‘laid back’ metrosexual boy-toy has overcome the hero. We lament that such a fecal immaturity could suffocate that which even the fiercest beasts of all habitations and terrains could not. The man of true passion, earnest, and devotion is a man among men, not simply a human among humanity. Humanity? What pervert would seek aroma in such an excremental stench? We might find it difficult to attain close Male relationships, for such men their are two predictive options; heterosociality-homosexuality, a stunted pubescent attitude disorder as opposed to an infinitely more honourable option — that of the lone wanderer, the misunderstood bachelor of unmet requirements. Such a time comes in the life of those men against time who stand strong, feeling the tide of the current against their thighs without being carried away by the gushing flow. Such is the attainment of manhood as has been discussed. This is the defeat and trampling under-foot of vice. The rallying charge against all sadness, emptiness, and pain. One’s predicament becomes unsatisfactory misfortune, without a perfected male companion’s eyes to seek grace within, one must persist without him, together in spirit. Such relationships as have been mentioned are those of historic renown, from hence disappeared times of splendour and brotherhood. To the man of fine taste, neither wife, mistress, nor entourage will suffice. The quest for the girl’s heart is rather like a hunting expedition, not particularly unique; perhaps tense, thrilling, pleasurable, but usually peaking in sweaty exhaustion, all to feed a hunger which will only demand further replenishment from the ever-dreary hunter. Brotherly love, on the other hand, is a depth of wonder, one without self-seeking.