The novel Six Glasses that Changed the World claims the first civilizations didn't begin developing until they had devised a means to ferment carbohydrates to make alcohol. Once the tribesmen had wine, beer, sake, or whatever they ended up making, they found a need to develop more stable foundation for their tribe so they could make more.
Civilization, ie everything that surrounds you today is built on the desire to make easier our revelry and leasure. Civilization can only exist if it is customary that men drown out their more serious concerns with media, alcohol, food better than they could have ever gotten in nature, or prostitutes. These don't solve the fundamental nagging fear of mortality, or our understanding that love is a facile illusion, but they keep people happy enough to keep building houses, making more wine, etc. Religion was the typical glue that sealed the cracks in this fragmented array of copes, but in the 21st century's rejection of religious mores, those copes have grown more important than ever.
Every single productive, happy bluepilled normie who calls you a mysoginist online wouldn't have any reason to get up in the morning without a lie he tells himself. Whether it's that this pleasure I feel eating McDonald's is eternal, or this girl I have a crush on might love me, truly, one day once I clean up and start a business, or that it's ok that I'm an ugly fuck that society shuns, I have a group of friends who cherish my being there, I ought to spend another 8 hours a day cleaning beds so Chad's don't get grime on their ankles as they bang another one of my looksmatches.
Civilization, ie everything that surrounds you today is built on the desire to make easier our revelry and leasure. Civilization can only exist if it is customary that men drown out their more serious concerns with media, alcohol, food better than they could have ever gotten in nature, or prostitutes. These don't solve the fundamental nagging fear of mortality, or our understanding that love is a facile illusion, but they keep people happy enough to keep building houses, making more wine, etc. Religion was the typical glue that sealed the cracks in this fragmented array of copes, but in the 21st century's rejection of religious mores, those copes have grown more important than ever.
Every single productive, happy bluepilled normie who calls you a mysoginist online wouldn't have any reason to get up in the morning without a lie he tells himself. Whether it's that this pleasure I feel eating McDonald's is eternal, or this girl I have a crush on might love me, truly, one day once I clean up and start a business, or that it's ok that I'm an ugly fuck that society shuns, I have a group of friends who cherish my being there, I ought to spend another 8 hours a day cleaning beds so Chad's don't get grime on their ankles as they bang another one of my looksmatches.
in the prefix of this thread.
