Every time a child is born, he carries in him the fateful DNA sequences that will, in due time, activate a sure instinct in his mind for what is beautiful and what is ugly. A sure instinct for mercilessly identifying, targeting, and eliminating genetic rejects. A sure instinct to seek the company of those who can and will transmit their genes, and bask in their glory.
Every time a child enters school, he will get bullied by his peers if he is fat or ugly. He will bully those children himself if he has received Apollo's blessings. And he will feel all the more happy.
Every time an ugly teenager enters high school, the first seeds of clinical depression, anger and desocialization will be planted in him. By the time he turns his head to get a better look at this pretty brunette down the hall, the hands of fate will already have decided that he cannot get her; that he must not get her; that the very notion he could have a chance is intolerable pretension, the type that was worthy of eternal torture in the myths of Ancient Greece.
The truth of the blackpill is carried in our DNA, in our coiled chromosomes, biding its time, waiting for the most opportune moment, safely protected behind several walls, in every single cell of your body, in every sperm cell, every ovum, every single hair that you shed, every embryo, every man who lives, every man who died. The corpse of a departed Nepalese that is torn apart by eagles contains the blackpill; the blackpill lives, eternally, everywhere, it is carried in the air by the beak of those eagles, and is then repurposed as food. It is the cycle of life, it is life itself.
More than just biology, it is also the ether, the shared worldwide repository of movies, TV series, books, paintings, photographs, sculptures and frescoes that attest to the overwhelming, everlasting domination of the Beautiful. Our modern tentatives to attack this eternal principle of life will meet the same destiny as all previous delusions and fads in human history.
Every time a child enters school, he will get bullied by his peers if he is fat or ugly. He will bully those children himself if he has received Apollo's blessings. And he will feel all the more happy.
Every time an ugly teenager enters high school, the first seeds of clinical depression, anger and desocialization will be planted in him. By the time he turns his head to get a better look at this pretty brunette down the hall, the hands of fate will already have decided that he cannot get her; that he must not get her; that the very notion he could have a chance is intolerable pretension, the type that was worthy of eternal torture in the myths of Ancient Greece.
The truth of the blackpill is carried in our DNA, in our coiled chromosomes, biding its time, waiting for the most opportune moment, safely protected behind several walls, in every single cell of your body, in every sperm cell, every ovum, every single hair that you shed, every embryo, every man who lives, every man who died. The corpse of a departed Nepalese that is torn apart by eagles contains the blackpill; the blackpill lives, eternally, everywhere, it is carried in the air by the beak of those eagles, and is then repurposed as food. It is the cycle of life, it is life itself.
More than just biology, it is also the ether, the shared worldwide repository of movies, TV series, books, paintings, photographs, sculptures and frescoes that attest to the overwhelming, everlasting domination of the Beautiful. Our modern tentatives to attack this eternal principle of life will meet the same destiny as all previous delusions and fads in human history.
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will win because its the facts of life. That simple.
