The mother of every cope.
That's the reason why every miraclecel prays Jesus to cure his cancer but no one prays him to regrow his limbs. The mechanism behind unexplainable cases of cancer recession/disappearance is so non visible and so outside the realm of hard evident truths that everything seems plausible and everything seems can happen. But a guy's legs regrowth is an idea so impossible to even visualize that amputatedcels just accept it.
Same for money. Lottery, slot machines, black jack. It's all nebulous stuff with statistics, numbers, exceptions. There is not an evident proof it isn't gonna happen. But how many people who are not even amateurs believe they can win an actual tournament of chess where luck/mysterious mechanisms are not present? Exactly 0.
That's what happens also in love/attraction. You don't find ugly subhumans thinking tomorrow they'll be hired by Kelvin Klein's model agency. Or that tomorrow they wake up 10 inches taller. But the light of hope still shines with concepts as NAWALT, personality, unicorns and so on.
I mean you're never going to see a physical observable proof that everyone born with a vagina finds you disgusting. You can only deduct it from science and life experience and opinions straight from the whore's mouth but it's not something that you can see or touch.
And that's why people hate me when I take away their hopes. Because of the burning friction between the knowledge that I tell the truth and the lack of definitive evidence that would at least free them from doubt.
I am the dagger stuck and twisting between the wounds of despair end the blood of hope. Hate me as much as you want or even deny me with copes or tell you're indifferent to me. This will only fuel my infernal powers
That's the reason why every miraclecel prays Jesus to cure his cancer but no one prays him to regrow his limbs. The mechanism behind unexplainable cases of cancer recession/disappearance is so non visible and so outside the realm of hard evident truths that everything seems plausible and everything seems can happen. But a guy's legs regrowth is an idea so impossible to even visualize that amputatedcels just accept it.
Same for money. Lottery, slot machines, black jack. It's all nebulous stuff with statistics, numbers, exceptions. There is not an evident proof it isn't gonna happen. But how many people who are not even amateurs believe they can win an actual tournament of chess where luck/mysterious mechanisms are not present? Exactly 0.
That's what happens also in love/attraction. You don't find ugly subhumans thinking tomorrow they'll be hired by Kelvin Klein's model agency. Or that tomorrow they wake up 10 inches taller. But the light of hope still shines with concepts as NAWALT, personality, unicorns and so on.
I mean you're never going to see a physical observable proof that everyone born with a vagina finds you disgusting. You can only deduct it from science and life experience and opinions straight from the whore's mouth but it's not something that you can see or touch.
And that's why people hate me when I take away their hopes. Because of the burning friction between the knowledge that I tell the truth and the lack of definitive evidence that would at least free them from doubt.
I am the dagger stuck and twisting between the wounds of despair end the blood of hope. Hate me as much as you want or even deny me with copes or tell you're indifferent to me. This will only fuel my infernal powers
