Divergent_Integral
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The other day I was listening to a beautiful musical setting of the Latin Catholic Mass that moved me deeply. The choir had foids singing in it as well; but for a few brief moments these foids ceased being the creatures that I sometimes desperately want to fuck and that always keep rejecting me. Instead they became, along with the male singers, the conduits of something above the merely animal in us humans, giving voice to an ideal that, while perhaps not literally true, is nonetheless more inspiring and transcendent than anything the modern world can come up with.
Some time before that, a realization hit me: in a universe that is cold and utterly uncaring, it doesn't really matter what you believe to be true. While some people idealize or even deify the "objective" empirical truth of us being mere collections of atoms engaged in a constant struggle for reproduction and against entropy and dissolution, I have never quite understood what good it does any man to revel in this truth. It neither makes us happy nor does it aid us in our survival or in achieving any of our life goals. Heck, it might even be inimical to survival, if its bleakness causes you to rope.
This being so, I asked myself, why don't you believe in the Christian God, or at least in an entity sharing some of His characteristic? I would like to be recognized by a being of infinite grace and wisdom, who can love me better than any foid ever could. If I can bathe in God's unending love, then any small discomfort I experience in this earthly life, such as foids not wanting me, will melt away into insignificance. Religion may be cope, but to me it is a transcendently beautiful cope. With time, I may even come to prefer the cope over the "real" things of this world. Sticking my dick in some hole, or communing with the Lord of Infinite Worlds. Difficult choice. Not.
The ideal of Christianity has the sanction of history. Whereas some of our contemporary thinkers (Dawkins, you bastard) like to paint a picture of science and religion as being fundamentally at odds, I posit to the contrary that the spirit of scientific and philosophical inquiry as we know it today came to us in a direct line of intellectual inheritance from the cloistered monks of Western Christianity. More viscerally important to us incels: before Christianity became cuckianity, it knew very well how to keep its foids in check. The reason for this, I think, is ultimately that the writers of the Bible were, even if nothing else, shrewd psychologists, who knew the risks of letting foids run unrestrained. When it comes to foids, modern "psychology" has absolutely nothing on the Book of Ecclesiastes.
The great spiritual tragedy of the West is the (possibly mortal) decline of Christianity, and its degeneration into wishy-washy bluepill normie pablum. Its deconstruction has been a blunder on a civilizational scale, intellectually, morally, and emotionally. Some modern thinkers (like, again, Dawkins) of the atheistic or secular humanist variety thought they could do better than the wisdom of ages past, and construct the temple of reason from the ground up in three days. After nearly eighty years of them trying to build something better than Christianity, we can safely conclude that they failed miserably. What a fucking surprise! Meanwhile, what good have their idle speculations about the "inherent good in humanity" done us? Feminism immediately sprang up in the wake of Christianity losing its foothold. Not to mention the new rival religion of Wokeness, which will quite possibly destroy everything that used to be good and noble about Western culture.
For myself, I will in future earnestly attempt to turn towards God, the Lord and Savior of all who want receive his message, even more than I have already done of late. I will warm my wearied soul on the dying embers of a once great religion. Because for the thinking and feeling man of today there is eventually nothing else left to flee towards in this Clown World of ours. God really is the "great hound of Heaven" who stalks his prey with deliberate speed and majestic instancy.
Godspeed, gentlemen! You will need it in the times to come.
Some time before that, a realization hit me: in a universe that is cold and utterly uncaring, it doesn't really matter what you believe to be true. While some people idealize or even deify the "objective" empirical truth of us being mere collections of atoms engaged in a constant struggle for reproduction and against entropy and dissolution, I have never quite understood what good it does any man to revel in this truth. It neither makes us happy nor does it aid us in our survival or in achieving any of our life goals. Heck, it might even be inimical to survival, if its bleakness causes you to rope.
This being so, I asked myself, why don't you believe in the Christian God, or at least in an entity sharing some of His characteristic? I would like to be recognized by a being of infinite grace and wisdom, who can love me better than any foid ever could. If I can bathe in God's unending love, then any small discomfort I experience in this earthly life, such as foids not wanting me, will melt away into insignificance. Religion may be cope, but to me it is a transcendently beautiful cope. With time, I may even come to prefer the cope over the "real" things of this world. Sticking my dick in some hole, or communing with the Lord of Infinite Worlds. Difficult choice. Not.
The ideal of Christianity has the sanction of history. Whereas some of our contemporary thinkers (Dawkins, you bastard) like to paint a picture of science and religion as being fundamentally at odds, I posit to the contrary that the spirit of scientific and philosophical inquiry as we know it today came to us in a direct line of intellectual inheritance from the cloistered monks of Western Christianity. More viscerally important to us incels: before Christianity became cuckianity, it knew very well how to keep its foids in check. The reason for this, I think, is ultimately that the writers of the Bible were, even if nothing else, shrewd psychologists, who knew the risks of letting foids run unrestrained. When it comes to foids, modern "psychology" has absolutely nothing on the Book of Ecclesiastes.
The great spiritual tragedy of the West is the (possibly mortal) decline of Christianity, and its degeneration into wishy-washy bluepill normie pablum. Its deconstruction has been a blunder on a civilizational scale, intellectually, morally, and emotionally. Some modern thinkers (like, again, Dawkins) of the atheistic or secular humanist variety thought they could do better than the wisdom of ages past, and construct the temple of reason from the ground up in three days. After nearly eighty years of them trying to build something better than Christianity, we can safely conclude that they failed miserably. What a fucking surprise! Meanwhile, what good have their idle speculations about the "inherent good in humanity" done us? Feminism immediately sprang up in the wake of Christianity losing its foothold. Not to mention the new rival religion of Wokeness, which will quite possibly destroy everything that used to be good and noble about Western culture.
For myself, I will in future earnestly attempt to turn towards God, the Lord and Savior of all who want receive his message, even more than I have already done of late. I will warm my wearied soul on the dying embers of a once great religion. Because for the thinking and feeling man of today there is eventually nothing else left to flee towards in this Clown World of ours. God really is the "great hound of Heaven" who stalks his prey with deliberate speed and majestic instancy.
Godspeed, gentlemen! You will need it in the times to come.
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