Let's say we've reached where we are, knowing that humans being the morally neutral scum that they are will only have situational empathy and in this situation we are prejudiced against. How far away do you think is a reality where instead of being mentally tortured we're physically tortured as well? Or would you say the comparison is not the same?
I saw a post the other day talking about the buffoonery of this callous, conceited phrase "Always assume ignorance before malice" that normfags themselves use to justify the consequences of their actions and inactions. Regardless, there are many ways of where someone with good intentions can create even more suffering, and even that does not absolve the nature of the sin humanity has commited. I stand by the fact that existence itself is what tortures us, and the whole machine they've built to keep it happening can be found in the makings of the outside world where we get the greatest sample of "reality".
Knowing this, you realize that many of the things we think of as absolute are actually socially constructed or upheld. How all of this could change in a glimpse, a mere event of a great caliber could the change each single individual's views, values. Nothing of that, nothing of it is actually ours it was something "we" were given. It's how usually, when an incel ascends they slowly make the transition from a blackpilled individual into a "bluepilled" normie as we say. You aren't protected from this because you're not unlike everyone, and you just aren't different. You are just as controllable as the rest of us are, and we're simply making what we can out of the situation that we have. One like now, where the entire timeline and chronology of our lives led to use commuting into our own secluded spaces with similar thoughts which led to the creation of a community such as ours.
And how all of that, could simply be unmade. Experiences that we've acquired would simply make use for the transformation into something that deviated from the point of the original values and expunge the identity which built what we are now. And how that's not only us, but everyone out there. It's all so nonsensical. There's no fixed morals, there's no loyalty, we're all just a perpetually unmolded transitory state waiting for our ever insatiated lust to be fulfilled. There's a reason that humans die and don't live forever. The reason that we die so early, early enough to not even being able to experience the future that we build. It would drive anyone mad really, but what I think is that most people don't actually stop to think about it. Dwell on it, but deep inside I feel like everyone understands this, we're just trying to hide it.
Hide it with meaninglessness, string after string of fulfilling needs that never end. Needs like hunger, thirst, sleep, lust, the need for power, the need to avenge, the need to make to change everything is just part of that. But behind all of that there's just nothing. Nothing at all. And all of that you just did? It did nothing but keep you the same as you are, an alive being waiting for your death when eventually nothing happens and changes. Knowing that, I could myself say that this entire earth full of beings of the same species chained to this prison (planet) and clawing through the multitudes of sand for food while kicking with their trousers and duckfeet behind and not looking back.
I saw a post the other day talking about the buffoonery of this callous, conceited phrase "Always assume ignorance before malice" that normfags themselves use to justify the consequences of their actions and inactions. Regardless, there are many ways of where someone with good intentions can create even more suffering, and even that does not absolve the nature of the sin humanity has commited. I stand by the fact that existence itself is what tortures us, and the whole machine they've built to keep it happening can be found in the makings of the outside world where we get the greatest sample of "reality".
Knowing this, you realize that many of the things we think of as absolute are actually socially constructed or upheld. How all of this could change in a glimpse, a mere event of a great caliber could the change each single individual's views, values. Nothing of that, nothing of it is actually ours it was something "we" were given. It's how usually, when an incel ascends they slowly make the transition from a blackpilled individual into a "bluepilled" normie as we say. You aren't protected from this because you're not unlike everyone, and you just aren't different. You are just as controllable as the rest of us are, and we're simply making what we can out of the situation that we have. One like now, where the entire timeline and chronology of our lives led to use commuting into our own secluded spaces with similar thoughts which led to the creation of a community such as ours.
And how all of that, could simply be unmade. Experiences that we've acquired would simply make use for the transformation into something that deviated from the point of the original values and expunge the identity which built what we are now. And how that's not only us, but everyone out there. It's all so nonsensical. There's no fixed morals, there's no loyalty, we're all just a perpetually unmolded transitory state waiting for our ever insatiated lust to be fulfilled. There's a reason that humans die and don't live forever. The reason that we die so early, early enough to not even being able to experience the future that we build. It would drive anyone mad really, but what I think is that most people don't actually stop to think about it. Dwell on it, but deep inside I feel like everyone understands this, we're just trying to hide it.
Hide it with meaninglessness, string after string of fulfilling needs that never end. Needs like hunger, thirst, sleep, lust, the need for power, the need to avenge, the need to make to change everything is just part of that. But behind all of that there's just nothing. Nothing at all. And all of that you just did? It did nothing but keep you the same as you are, an alive being waiting for your death when eventually nothing happens and changes. Knowing that, I could myself say that this entire earth full of beings of the same species chained to this prison (planet) and clawing through the multitudes of sand for food while kicking with their trousers and duckfeet behind and not looking back.
