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[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]Onto existential solitude and its profane reveries[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]First and foremost, I'd like to point out that this post will be a wall of text as it represents a congeries of ideas that I tried to articulate about myself, about ourselves, about incels – this cultural phenomenon, this social caste, this wicked incompatibility with a normal life - and whatever the heck all that should mean. I shall not claim to speak in the name of all those out there who call themselves incels, ForeverAlone or any other variation on this theme.[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]To begin with, whom is this message addressed to; to us, incels, to our bane of existence, the IT regulars? In the end, would it even matter?[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]I know that different people around here see the matter through different perspectives, and I wouldn’t expect it to be otherwise.[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]Inceldom and the damned[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]I truly suffered from the bulling, from the laughing behind the back, from the failure I have become as a man. What was the meaning of all this aberration? Why me, I asked myself? Why the one who did nothing wrong to you? Why do you attack him for being weaker, because it shall allow you, out of fear?? It all made me into a reclusive, dark and brooding individual. At first, it killed off the illusion of a fair world - as unfortunately I was raised to believe in – only later to manifest itself as what I dare call disbelief in current societal values.[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]Anyway, enough about this, enough about myself…[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]The nature of our suffering[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]I would bet that for most of us, this existential slumber is truthfully the portrayal of a horrible existence. It is the pit of misery and depression some of us fall into - forever trapped in this dream of death?[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]To make it clear from the start, I promise you not a satisfactory answer to the question in case – not even something that could be called an answer at all. For; this is only an idea, a theory... of an escape… basing it on what I could gather form old tomes of knowledge (I be damned). This short treatise is a testimony of the works of Spinoza, Kant, Cioran, Nietzsche, Kant, Schopenhauer, Lovecraft, LaVey, St. Maxim the Confessor and many others, that shall manifest themselves through a fool, an incel, incoherently babbling about existentialism.[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]Being incel is for me a state where everything translates itself into existential pessimism. (Don't mistake it with misanthropy, although the two might be similar at first glance). It is life's absurdity - or much rather realizing it, through this solitary existence - that baffles me (and probably many others who came to contemplate on the issue) and makes me feel alone, isolated and forsaken by all that is holy, sacred, of virtue in this world. It is society that disappoints in its nihilistic - outright hedonistic - approach towards all the values in the world.[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]We, incels (people of this sub and adherents to this particular philosophy regarding life's meaning) feel this sensation (physical in some cases) of hopelessness, impending doom, outright horror – probably; no, most likely. These are the dark feelings stem from and predict the imminent emergence of enlightenment in our souls - if I may use this term. Well…[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]It is a stupendous feeling - we call it depression, but is it really so? - for it all comes form our realization, a revelation of the human condition. This state of existence is most likely a suppressed amalgamation of thoughts lurking in the subconscious of us all. Visons about the worthlessness of individual life itself, and of life in general terms.[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]This perversion, all this genetic lottery that dictates our 'success' is in all it’s glory damnable - some may call it a flaw of modern society; the crumbling wreck of what it used to be, in times of ancient (well, maybe not, for I was not there to testify this claim) – but, then again? How can we know? Is it even a truth, or is it just yet another mechanism we constructed to solely exist in our own minds to justify our own failure? Does it really matter?[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]The individual can do it only for himself, for man is indeed the individuality, man is the god of his own fate – is he not?! Are we really in the position that we must gain acceptance from others (or at least perceive it as such)? I do understand that for most it's about the feeling of being part of something. Yet for our human, material and limited selves – for what I could only gather, amongst us, incels - that 'part of something' relates to a thing small, something so trivial, insignificant and material - I say - that is below the human potential we all possess. Do we need validation? Do we really have to search for it like this?[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]This leads to a profane and disgusting race towards the unachievable, the ideal. It all translates itself into contorted visions and delusions of a godhead figure of a sort - mindless and without a consciousness, if you may – an anti-cosmic plane to it where the ideal is indeed achievable, encompassing all possible existences. It is this where man (subconsciously) aspires towards.[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]This what we (or, I?) call a goal, it is the reason why we have created this blurred state where we perceive a human duality; mind and body, alpha and omega. Through suffering we reach salvation; and all that rhetoric. But truth holds, as every theological doctrine and laic philosophy will claim; that it is a falsehood man perpetuates out of ignorance. Theosis, nirvana, divination, satanic self-dieification; same ideas, same esoteric truths that transcend culture, time and society, which prove the exact thing I wish to portray here. An incel's true FREEDOM!!!![/font]
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[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]On Death[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]Anti-cosmicism? Now, what the heck did I mean through that? Man, life, this Earth, the universe, space, time; basically, everything is a perversion; a denial of the state of chaos. We, our race, our lives are mere projections in the canvass of existence. In its purest state, energy is chaotic, in chaos everything every existence, every time; all is permitted - yet none of it really happens. Whatever, or whomever (?) dwells in that state is a god.[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]We are god... the existence of a single space and time is the denial of an infinity of others... Death; the simple act of throwing away our mortal shells (metaphorically), allows man to become one with the void, be part of it; gain the catharsis we all seek; lack the limited consciousness that we do possess now.[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]I would not be as reductionist, and claim that it is just women's fault, or our cucked society's fault or even humanity's in general that we are due to suffer now. It is in fact...it all was a biological fault of ours, and our deficiencies from a genetic perspective. Nothing more, nothing less. It is irrational to be bitter, angry or even sad about such a trivial matter in an evolutionary perspective.[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]As it is the case with all life in this world, only the strongest and the most adapted individuals shall inherit the right to spread their genes. It is not a malevolent force acting against us, nor is it specifically someone's fault, it is just nature working its course, as it did billions of years before us, and it will maybe some other billions after our existence. The very fact that we are here debating this issue, wasting away energy (or much rather transferring it), is of utter cosmic insignificance in the larger picture.[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]Yeah, sure, very few accept this as an objective truth, but whether we want to do it or not - whether we believe that the sky is indeed blue or not - it doesn't really matter. Nothing fucking matters. Cannon fodder we were born, and cannon fodder we will die. Nature works its course, whether we agree with it or not. We can fight a senseless war, or simply lay down our weapons to rot.[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]Tibi gloria aeterna, qui sapientem.[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]This, from one incel to another... and for whomever reads this.[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]First and foremost, I'd like to point out that this post will be a wall of text as it represents a congeries of ideas that I tried to articulate about myself, about ourselves, about incels – this cultural phenomenon, this social caste, this wicked incompatibility with a normal life - and whatever the heck all that should mean. I shall not claim to speak in the name of all those out there who call themselves incels, ForeverAlone or any other variation on this theme.[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]To begin with, whom is this message addressed to; to us, incels, to our bane of existence, the IT regulars? In the end, would it even matter?[/font]
- To choke on what you truly intend to express - out of the primordial, human fear that it might be found pretentious, derivative, insane or even unoriginal - is as much a failure of the self and one one's ca as any other fear of external opinions.
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]I know that different people around here see the matter through different perspectives, and I wouldn’t expect it to be otherwise.[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]Inceldom and the damned[/font]
- With the death of God, one can only discover that he will have to do for himself what God once did for us all.
- You can get on your high horse and still be stuck in the mud.
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]I truly suffered from the bulling, from the laughing behind the back, from the failure I have become as a man. What was the meaning of all this aberration? Why me, I asked myself? Why the one who did nothing wrong to you? Why do you attack him for being weaker, because it shall allow you, out of fear?? It all made me into a reclusive, dark and brooding individual. At first, it killed off the illusion of a fair world - as unfortunately I was raised to believe in – only later to manifest itself as what I dare call disbelief in current societal values.[/font]
- The freak is born… from the ashes of a thousand dead souls.
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]Anyway, enough about this, enough about myself…[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]The nature of our suffering[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]I would bet that for most of us, this existential slumber is truthfully the portrayal of a horrible existence. It is the pit of misery and depression some of us fall into - forever trapped in this dream of death?[/font]
- My eyes, once bleached by those fading lights of utmost revelation, will forever be damned to see a faint insight - drawn by overwhelming and stupendously incomprehensible questions - as only the dream ofdeath shapes my edge of thought. The rest of what I shall write is mere vulgar fiction, attempts to impose order on the consensus mantlings of an uncaring godhead.
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]To make it clear from the start, I promise you not a satisfactory answer to the question in case – not even something that could be called an answer at all. For; this is only an idea, a theory... of an escape… basing it on what I could gather form old tomes of knowledge (I be damned). This short treatise is a testimony of the works of Spinoza, Kant, Cioran, Nietzsche, Kant, Schopenhauer, Lovecraft, LaVey, St. Maxim the Confessor and many others, that shall manifest themselves through a fool, an incel, incoherently babbling about existentialism.[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]Being incel is for me a state where everything translates itself into existential pessimism. (Don't mistake it with misanthropy, although the two might be similar at first glance). It is life's absurdity - or much rather realizing it, through this solitary existence - that baffles me (and probably many others who came to contemplate on the issue) and makes me feel alone, isolated and forsaken by all that is holy, sacred, of virtue in this world. It is society that disappoints in its nihilistic - outright hedonistic - approach towards all the values in the world.[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]We, incels (people of this sub and adherents to this particular philosophy regarding life's meaning) feel this sensation (physical in some cases) of hopelessness, impending doom, outright horror – probably; no, most likely. These are the dark feelings stem from and predict the imminent emergence of enlightenment in our souls - if I may use this term. Well…[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]It is a stupendous feeling - we call it depression, but is it really so? - for it all comes form our realization, a revelation of the human condition. This state of existence is most likely a suppressed amalgamation of thoughts lurking in the subconscious of us all. Visons about the worthlessness of individual life itself, and of life in general terms.[/font]
- For, even us, humans, are made to feel worthless by others.
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]This perversion, all this genetic lottery that dictates our 'success' is in all it’s glory damnable - some may call it a flaw of modern society; the crumbling wreck of what it used to be, in times of ancient (well, maybe not, for I was not there to testify this claim) – but, then again? How can we know? Is it even a truth, or is it just yet another mechanism we constructed to solely exist in our own minds to justify our own failure? Does it really matter?[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]The individual can do it only for himself, for man is indeed the individuality, man is the god of his own fate – is he not?! Are we really in the position that we must gain acceptance from others (or at least perceive it as such)? I do understand that for most it's about the feeling of being part of something. Yet for our human, material and limited selves – for what I could only gather, amongst us, incels - that 'part of something' relates to a thing small, something so trivial, insignificant and material - I say - that is below the human potential we all possess. Do we need validation? Do we really have to search for it like this?[/font]
- The fact that I can lie about how things really project themselves in my own consciousness simply points to a reality that is inherently independent of my mere saying. Even realizing that I might tell such lies even to my very own self indicates a reality on how precarious my grasp on being actually is.
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]This leads to a profane and disgusting race towards the unachievable, the ideal. It all translates itself into contorted visions and delusions of a godhead figure of a sort - mindless and without a consciousness, if you may – an anti-cosmic plane to it where the ideal is indeed achievable, encompassing all possible existences. It is this where man (subconsciously) aspires towards.[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]This what we (or, I?) call a goal, it is the reason why we have created this blurred state where we perceive a human duality; mind and body, alpha and omega. Through suffering we reach salvation; and all that rhetoric. But truth holds, as every theological doctrine and laic philosophy will claim; that it is a falsehood man perpetuates out of ignorance. Theosis, nirvana, divination, satanic self-dieification; same ideas, same esoteric truths that transcend culture, time and society, which prove the exact thing I wish to portray here. An incel's true FREEDOM!!!![/font]
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[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]On Death[/font]
- Cope until rope?
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]Anti-cosmicism? Now, what the heck did I mean through that? Man, life, this Earth, the universe, space, time; basically, everything is a perversion; a denial of the state of chaos. We, our race, our lives are mere projections in the canvass of existence. In its purest state, energy is chaotic, in chaos everything every existence, every time; all is permitted - yet none of it really happens. Whatever, or whomever (?) dwells in that state is a god.[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]We are god... the existence of a single space and time is the denial of an infinity of others... Death; the simple act of throwing away our mortal shells (metaphorically), allows man to become one with the void, be part of it; gain the catharsis we all seek; lack the limited consciousness that we do possess now.[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]I would not be as reductionist, and claim that it is just women's fault, or our cucked society's fault or even humanity's in general that we are due to suffer now. It is in fact...it all was a biological fault of ours, and our deficiencies from a genetic perspective. Nothing more, nothing less. It is irrational to be bitter, angry or even sad about such a trivial matter in an evolutionary perspective.[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]As it is the case with all life in this world, only the strongest and the most adapted individuals shall inherit the right to spread their genes. It is not a malevolent force acting against us, nor is it specifically someone's fault, it is just nature working its course, as it did billions of years before us, and it will maybe some other billions after our existence. The very fact that we are here debating this issue, wasting away energy (or much rather transferring it), is of utter cosmic insignificance in the larger picture.[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]Yeah, sure, very few accept this as an objective truth, but whether we want to do it or not - whether we believe that the sky is indeed blue or not - it doesn't really matter. Nothing fucking matters. Cannon fodder we were born, and cannon fodder we will die. Nature works its course, whether we agree with it or not. We can fight a senseless war, or simply lay down our weapons to rot.[/font]
- The joke is on us, either way...
- It is all but a big cosmic joke, where we just happened to miss the punchline.
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]Tibi gloria aeterna, qui sapientem.[/font]
[font=verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif]This, from one incel to another... and for whomever reads this.[/font]
