Your social status and consequently your meaningfulness and worthiness is only tied to the raw primal side of existence which only involves physicality and sexuality. Today if you're an intellectual, the best you can be is a faceless edgelord schizo figure on social media engaging in circle jerking debates with other faceless keyboard warriors who are just as terminally online as you with nothing else going for them. You'll connect the dots, uncover grand schemes, figure out deeper truths and write essays on Substack, but the light bulb moments you provide to your followers and subscribers pale in comparison to the raw sensory experience that mogger degenerate sex-having chads and whores take for granted.
Being an experiencer will always mog and outshine being a chronicler because raw sensory experience is the only absolute complete way of knowledge which the chronicler can only ever hope to comprehend a part of while avoiding direct sensory engagement with the world. The chronicler intellectual is always destined to sit on the sidelines and rot in his safe space, losing himself to his merely imaginations. His battles, conquests, and accomplishments are all imagined and conceptualized therefore holds no weight under the sun. Entire wars or storms could be waging within his mind but no one would know or care because what goes on in his mind has no material binding or form. You can't engage with someone who can't engage with the material of reality, and so the intellectual is a prisoner of his mind and a ghost in the real world. A tragic being.
People will only ever respect the material, nothing else, because that is the only thing that can be experienced, measured, quantified, and objectively agreed upon. The intellectual can't provide that.
Being an experiencer will always mog and outshine being a chronicler because raw sensory experience is the only absolute complete way of knowledge which the chronicler can only ever hope to comprehend a part of while avoiding direct sensory engagement with the world. The chronicler intellectual is always destined to sit on the sidelines and rot in his safe space, losing himself to his merely imaginations. His battles, conquests, and accomplishments are all imagined and conceptualized therefore holds no weight under the sun. Entire wars or storms could be waging within his mind but no one would know or care because what goes on in his mind has no material binding or form. You can't engage with someone who can't engage with the material of reality, and so the intellectual is a prisoner of his mind and a ghost in the real world. A tragic being.
People will only ever respect the material, nothing else, because that is the only thing that can be experienced, measured, quantified, and objectively agreed upon. The intellectual can't provide that.
