The Figure of the Worker evolves to a totally different level than the proletarian in the proper sense. The spirit of technology has very simply become second nature in it; it masters with a light hand, with an entirely natural assurance, the ensemble of technical tools. The precision of the technician, the realist imagination of the engineer, the audacity of the great builder, such are the virtues that it animates. But its most powerful motor is a will of domination that aims to organize the world in its global reach and give it a new balance. For it, the idea of planning is attached to no nostalgic aspiration for a radiant happiness, but stems from the constructive spirit of technology, thanks to which the universe will be reshaped.
The work of Jünger is a bulletin, a preliminary report on a world that is still in the process of becoming. In the measure where we understand its dialect, we have already shared in this world. Also, it is, without fail, a book where the spirit of great cities breathes. And it is, at the same time, in its most stringent ramifications, a protestant book. The most modern rationality, secularization, and technicality of life are consequences of Protestantism, and no one dreams of contesting its paternity, even if Protestantism would very well like to disavow its offspring by hypocritically turning its back. Rome has always known it and Rome has always said it. Ultimately, Bolshevism, it’s Luther in Russia.
There is no other choice: on the line traced by Jünger, Germany must work against the West, against Versailles. Even if that repulses us, even if that hits our “substance.” Against Versailles all means are good; if one of them proves effective, it must be used, even if it makes us sick. Because there is a “courage before the abyss,” that permits us to know with certainty that we will not fall on the ground and that only the jump into the void permits that attainment of a space in which we could do historic work. If the reign of the Figure of the Worker achieves the German space, then it will open to us a territory that extends “from Vlissingen to Vladivostok”: should that not be for us, the guarantee of the point where the German can open his door to the free air?
There is a German sloth and softness, that always tends to expose itself before the due date of the “decision.” With its metallic precision, its sharp visions, the book by Jünger requires the decision anew. It is necessary not to give the German laxness and torpor the least respite.