I used to do this a lot when I was younger. It was truly an incredible experience. The intense power you feel... you truly feel on top of the world. Like everything is yours to seize as long as you condescend to try: women; friendships; land and buildings; wealth; respect; dynasty; fame; political power; intense experiences and memories; everything. Nothing limiting you. You truly get a glimpse into what Christianity has deemed "satanic": unrestrained ego, unrestrained will to power, the raw cry of an animal who lives and wants to live, to conquer, to seize, to create, to ascend, because his path is devoid of unsurpassable obstacles and he knows it.
Look at this picture, for instance:
This is Elm's castle in Germany.
Try to imagine yourself being there, in your usual subhuman shell, trying to admire the view. But something is missing, don't you feel it? Something is preventing you from truly appreciating the experience, capturing it and exploiting it. You feel strange emotions that resemble nostalgia, but not quite. You may not know it yet, but the missing thing is physical attractiveness. Compared to this castle, this monument of power, height and beauty, you are a disgrace, a gargoyle, a blight on the face of humankind; it is as if the tall structure stands silently in contempt of you, as if the very architects who conceived it don't want your admiration, as if the very princely lineage that drew breath in its rooms don't want you there. And now that you think about it, the entire physical, material world doesn't like you much; it never liked you. You have always felt out of place in most physical situations since kindergarten. That's why you retreated into books, video games and computers, didn't you?
Now, poof! A genie appears and transforms you into a 10/10 man. Suddenly everything feels different. More intense, more lifelike; you feel like you belong there, like the very rock you stand on is happy at your presence. A woman is standing next to you. You have your arm, your manly arm around her neck, and you whisper something in her ear that makes her laugh. Both of you gorge on the view; you feel at ease, completely at ease; even the annoying Asian tourists don't trouble you. If anything, they flatter your ego, your ego that is already obscenely "larger than life", by asking to take pictures of you, such a fine specimen of the Aryan race, standing tall and proud in front of the work of his blood kind. The sun is falling; it's time to go back to the hotel; with a last look at the tallest tower, you turn around, thinking about all the sex and affection you'll get tonight.
Look at this picture, for instance:
This is Elm's castle in Germany.
Try to imagine yourself being there, in your usual subhuman shell, trying to admire the view. But something is missing, don't you feel it? Something is preventing you from truly appreciating the experience, capturing it and exploiting it. You feel strange emotions that resemble nostalgia, but not quite. You may not know it yet, but the missing thing is physical attractiveness. Compared to this castle, this monument of power, height and beauty, you are a disgrace, a gargoyle, a blight on the face of humankind; it is as if the tall structure stands silently in contempt of you, as if the very architects who conceived it don't want your admiration, as if the very princely lineage that drew breath in its rooms don't want you there. And now that you think about it, the entire physical, material world doesn't like you much; it never liked you. You have always felt out of place in most physical situations since kindergarten. That's why you retreated into books, video games and computers, didn't you?
Now, poof! A genie appears and transforms you into a 10/10 man. Suddenly everything feels different. More intense, more lifelike; you feel like you belong there, like the very rock you stand on is happy at your presence. A woman is standing next to you. You have your arm, your manly arm around her neck, and you whisper something in her ear that makes her laugh. Both of you gorge on the view; you feel at ease, completely at ease; even the annoying Asian tourists don't trouble you. If anything, they flatter your ego, your ego that is already obscenely "larger than life", by asking to take pictures of you, such a fine specimen of the Aryan race, standing tall and proud in front of the work of his blood kind. The sun is falling; it's time to go back to the hotel; with a last look at the tallest tower, you turn around, thinking about all the sex and affection you'll get tonight.
