“Raped and freezing; victims of the dream again…”

 

…I keep reading about player burnout, red pill nausea, ‘sphere overload to the point of toxicity, prepping for the collapse and myriad other maladies birthed by our Truth–sharing and I keeping shaking my fucking head that nobody g☼ddamn gets the fact we’re all good-hearted, white knights of the Highest Order in the True, untainted by Roissian terms, in that we all write about and desire the same fucking thing in the end regardless of how we all bicker like comic-book nerds at a convention about Batman vs. Superman saying lift weights and be worth having and then you’ll get a girl, stand up and the world will respect you, fight against the hordes and the land will be cleansed is all trying to fill the same terrible, Stygian void that our ancestors filled (and rightly so) with religion because, for some reason – the will of God or evolutionary design (which need not be mutually exclusive)  – we crave something deep within us and that something is JUSTICE which bitterly, to the point of tears, differs from PUNISHMENT in that—

it doesn’t exist in this life.

And never will.

 

As for me, I’m no better.

I pray more for a Hell than I wish for a Heaven.

Have a few drinks and think on that.

 

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