The man of gold, the highest man is forged in the depths of hell,on the anvil of pain and suffering. Nature tirelessly hammers away at man. Blow after blow, crushing his arms and legs, breaking his back, cracking his skull...piercing his lungs, kidneys, gouging his eyes and running an ice cold spear through his heart... until all hope, all light is taken away from him, until all a man is left with; all he knows is misery and pain.
The blows of the hammer, the sounds of bones cracking, the tearing of the flesh, the mans echoing screams of agony, fill the halls of the Divine. The sheer silence of indifference on the part of Nature;--- the complete indifference to man's agony and suffering, this silence, this never-ending ferocity drowns out the mans own screams. The man's descends into madness, from madness into insanity...
Until the last blow lands...and man is no more. His tangled corpse turns into ashes. The ashes of these broken men cover the floors of the purgatory.
...and out of the ashes of the old...something new arises. A man is reborn, he rises like the phoenix out of the ashes. The highest man, the man of gold is born...
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This is precisely why Incels are so great. Incels are being trialed and tested in the depths of hell on the anvil of pain and suffering. While many will crack and crumble, under the blows of Nature..
...Progress is measured by everything that has to be sacrificed to make a step forward happen. To create something grander, higher. This is why Natures hand never tires, and this is why the world is filled with pain and suffering. Pain and suffering are necessarily the "positive" attributes in reality that drive progress. Those that suffer the most are chosen by the divine order of the cosmos to not be mere ordinary men...
Written on my small phone screen, so low effort.
The blows of the hammer, the sounds of bones cracking, the tearing of the flesh, the mans echoing screams of agony, fill the halls of the Divine. The sheer silence of indifference on the part of Nature;--- the complete indifference to man's agony and suffering, this silence, this never-ending ferocity drowns out the mans own screams. The man's descends into madness, from madness into insanity...
Until the last blow lands...and man is no more. His tangled corpse turns into ashes. The ashes of these broken men cover the floors of the purgatory.
...and out of the ashes of the old...something new arises. A man is reborn, he rises like the phoenix out of the ashes. The highest man, the man of gold is born...
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This is precisely why Incels are so great. Incels are being trialed and tested in the depths of hell on the anvil of pain and suffering. While many will crack and crumble, under the blows of Nature..
...Progress is measured by everything that has to be sacrificed to make a step forward happen. To create something grander, higher. This is why Natures hand never tires, and this is why the world is filled with pain and suffering. Pain and suffering are necessarily the "positive" attributes in reality that drive progress. Those that suffer the most are chosen by the divine order of the cosmos to not be mere ordinary men...
Written on my small phone screen, so low effort.
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