As incels, many of us inadvertently thirst for and desire total and complete annihilation. Typically an unconscious reaction that may evolve into conscious (in)action. This is most evident in the living exploratory field of incelomemetics: ER, Day of Retribution, cope till you rope, LDAR, etc. Within man, there is a lingering and sometimes violent impulse to escape--the thirst for annihilation--that will typically remain dormant, at least until the formative years of adolescence. It is at this point and when rejected by soyciety, this virulent horror within ourselves--or incelves--comes to the surface. Soyciety is not unlike a God, a false God perhaps, but a deity greater than the individual nonetheless. To conform to the whims of soyciety, we first seek to extinguish the incel archetype within the self through ascension via various forms of looksmaxxing. After all, if we can escape inceldom and receive the grace of soyciety, we have annihilated our present incelf and have confined it to the past, tranquilizing it and sealing it behind a brick wall. Failing this, as our situations grow more dire and our nihilistic blackpill outlook and anchor solidifies, we adopt a multitude of forms of copemaxxing to optimize and make more efficient our long period of LDAR. We become stateless observers living within our nations of residence, disenfranchised outcasts within our own motherlands, foreigners to soyciety.
Man is by nature a political animal. He who is stateless by nature and not just by chance is either subhuman or superhuman, like the man reviled by Homer as 'classless, lawless, hearthless'; for being naturally without a state, he is a lover of war and may be compared to an unprotected piece in a game of draughts. - Nietzsche
At first glance, we are not superhuman. We are in between slavery and death. We are lovers of our own self destruction. Harbingers of Ragnarok. But perhaps in this way, there is no difference between subhuman and superhuman. We are beyond human. We desire the abortion of our own existence. We seek the immanent terminus of the wreckage that is our life. Peace through war. Calm through ruin. An end. The omega. Zero.
The profundity of the tragic artist lies in this, that his aesthetic instinct surveys the more remote consequences, that he does not halt shortsightedly at what is closest to hand, that he affirms the large-scale economy which justifies the terrifying, the evil, the questionable--and more than merely justifies them. - Nietzsche
For with God nothing shall be impossible. - Luke 1:37 KJV
There is nothing except the impossible and not God. - Bataille
Zero is immense. - Land
When we accept LDAR, we become one with the Zero. We reenter what Nietzsche, Bataille and Land refer to as The Labyrinth. The Labyrinth is our true fatherland. Welcome home.
Man is by nature a political animal. He who is stateless by nature and not just by chance is either subhuman or superhuman, like the man reviled by Homer as 'classless, lawless, hearthless'; for being naturally without a state, he is a lover of war and may be compared to an unprotected piece in a game of draughts. - Nietzsche
At first glance, we are not superhuman. We are in between slavery and death. We are lovers of our own self destruction. Harbingers of Ragnarok. But perhaps in this way, there is no difference between subhuman and superhuman. We are beyond human. We desire the abortion of our own existence. We seek the immanent terminus of the wreckage that is our life. Peace through war. Calm through ruin. An end. The omega. Zero.
The profundity of the tragic artist lies in this, that his aesthetic instinct surveys the more remote consequences, that he does not halt shortsightedly at what is closest to hand, that he affirms the large-scale economy which justifies the terrifying, the evil, the questionable--and more than merely justifies them. - Nietzsche
For with God nothing shall be impossible. - Luke 1:37 KJV
There is nothing except the impossible and not God. - Bataille
Zero is immense. - Land
When we accept LDAR, we become one with the Zero. We reenter what Nietzsche, Bataille and Land refer to as The Labyrinth. The Labyrinth is our true fatherland. Welcome home.
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