Life doesn't matter.
This statement alone may be exceedingly obvious to any incel, yet not many take a second to think of the reasons why. Which is why we have Inceldom Discussion.
*Ahem*
What I mean to say is, take a more existential view of your existence, encapture all that is around you and decide just how meaningful the existence of life is. Life, in of itself, is a random series of chemical reactions spawned by a few randomly assembled materials evolving over billions of years with the only goal of perpetuating. This, as far as we know, has only occurred on this singular rock in one of the quadrillions of star systems in the universe.
From the start of our universe until the evaporation of the last black hole, the window of this occurrence (life) is only possible for one-thousandth of a billion billion billionth billion billion billionth billion billion billionth of a percentage point. (In other words, impossibly minuscule).
Our simulated suffering occurs through this incredibly small window, which in of itself is behind another incredibly small window of your lifespan in the happened period of your existence. Your main purpose as a tiny fragment of this grand scheme of things is to pass on genetic material.
We know this has no purpose or meaning, other than continuing this concept of life onward due to chemical receptors in our brain telling us to.
Though the true reason all incels are miserable, your pain and suffering, is just because of the fact that you happened to be born to one of the millions of species of animals that just so happened to be socially wired. In other words, you're so monumentally unlucky that you've been placed in this situation.
(I know I've talked about this before)
But what I'm trying to say is that the universe is fucking cruel, an obvious statement again, but one that I need to vent out here. A small concept has managed to cause this much untold suffering.
Oh well, time for some cuck on IT to comment "he haz no idea what he talking about, he just trying to sound smart
".
Meh, pewpew.
This statement alone may be exceedingly obvious to any incel, yet not many take a second to think of the reasons why. Which is why we have Inceldom Discussion.
*Ahem*
What I mean to say is, take a more existential view of your existence, encapture all that is around you and decide just how meaningful the existence of life is. Life, in of itself, is a random series of chemical reactions spawned by a few randomly assembled materials evolving over billions of years with the only goal of perpetuating. This, as far as we know, has only occurred on this singular rock in one of the quadrillions of star systems in the universe.
From the start of our universe until the evaporation of the last black hole, the window of this occurrence (life) is only possible for one-thousandth of a billion billion billionth billion billion billionth billion billion billionth of a percentage point. (In other words, impossibly minuscule).
Our simulated suffering occurs through this incredibly small window, which in of itself is behind another incredibly small window of your lifespan in the happened period of your existence. Your main purpose as a tiny fragment of this grand scheme of things is to pass on genetic material.
We know this has no purpose or meaning, other than continuing this concept of life onward due to chemical receptors in our brain telling us to.
Though the true reason all incels are miserable, your pain and suffering, is just because of the fact that you happened to be born to one of the millions of species of animals that just so happened to be socially wired. In other words, you're so monumentally unlucky that you've been placed in this situation.
(I know I've talked about this before)
But what I'm trying to say is that the universe is fucking cruel, an obvious statement again, but one that I need to vent out here. A small concept has managed to cause this much untold suffering.
Oh well, time for some cuck on IT to comment "he haz no idea what he talking about, he just trying to sound smart
".Meh, pewpew.
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