So the blackpill states, that some members of the human society lose the genetic lottery at birth, and in effect will be denied the ability to reproduce and the ability to pass on their genes to the next generation. Not only are these individuals denied the ability to reproduce, they are completely cast off from the herd, treated like some type of an abomination of nature. Once puberty hits and the individuals' phenotype begins to transform a child's body into that of an adult, the inferior phenotypical traits are immediately recognized by the herd( small wrists, small frame, skin problems, low height, bad bone structure etc...). And the herd, begins the establishment of the social hierarchical structure, the individual with the inferior phenotype will be subject to both physical and mental abuse, when the method of active abuse is not engaged, the individuals existence is ignored, all in attempt to cast the individual out of the group,out of the herd. To face the world alone.
A perfect solitude is, perhaps, the greatest punishment we can suffer. Every pleasure languishes when enjoyed apart from company, and every pain becomes more cruel and intolerable. -David Hume
Human beings are social by nature and unfit to endure extreme cases of isolation. If we are alone for too long our mental faculties can degrade, leading to states of insanity and deep despair. The use of solitary confinement and exile are practices with ancient roots, indicating that people have long understood just how deeply the fear of isolation runs through our veins.
I believe no one can argue, against this statement. That the meaning of life, for us biological machines is to ultimately reproduce and to pass our genes on to the next generation, ensuring the survival of our genetic code. And to a biological agent, failure to do so would cause one of the greatest sufferings imaginable, due to the subconscious realization that you are failing your primary mission in life, which is to basically have sex and produce offspring.
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Imagine, standing on the edge of a cliff that spirals down into an endless abyss into a void of non existence, even without realizing the depth, or the magnitude of the fall, your being instinctively recoils away from this abyss, you fall on the ground beneath your feet, on your side, your heart begins to beat uncontrollably, your body gets covered in sweat, your breathing becomes uncontrollable, you are short of breath...you experience something that is commonly referred to as vertigo. While on the side of the cliff, you can feel the pull, you can feel the vastness of the void... your whole body shivers, it senses something that your eyes, and your mind cannot fully comprehend.
Imagine a force, or a mechanism inside of your own being, a dance or a flame that has existed for eons, jumping from one form into another in order to preserve its existence, and now it too can sense the pull of the abyss, the void of non-existence. Just like you, it recoils, instinctively from this thing it cannot even grasp or understand. It screeches out a cry, like a demon from the depths of hell, sensing his upcoming demise, sending shivers through your body, making the presence of the abyss known to you. Howls of hell that come from the demon deep inside of your own body. Every day I have to withstand the howls of the screeching demon that senses its own demise, the ever so present pull of the abyss.
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Life is very short. Why a rejection from a woman, or a life filled with constant rejection and further realization that you will never be desired or wanted, or have the ability to embrace a woman in a lovers grasp, is the greatest of all pains imaginable to man. The pain transcends your own being, just like in the short poem, if we look past our individual selves, all of our ancestors that survived in the harshness of the world, the selfish gene that fought for its own existence for countless of eons. All of that ends with us, the void of non-existence, the abyss is something that we carry deep inside of our hearts. Life for men is not a journey of happiness and joy, and pleasure, I do not even know what these things mean, life as described by me or someone like me, would be described as enduring and overcoming, that which cannot be endured and overcome.
