Greyyz
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Homo sapiens a species so powerful that its only natural enemy is itself.
Why is a species that is so dominant so pathetic?
In mastering the world, man unmade himself. The same instinct that burned like a hot fire is getting quenched every single time it ignites.
When there is no risk, there is no thrill only comfort masquerading as peace.
We saved the weak, prolonged the frail, and cured what nature once culled.
In trying to override nature, we pass on genetics that should have never been passed on under nature's reign . Will this mercy birth consequences?
In man’s attempts to cheat nature, he created an environment that strips him from nature’s hold.
Our psychological sorrow is the echo of instincts with nowhere to go. The predator’s hunger turned inward. The fight for survival became a fight against the void. And the void is winning.
We call it freedom, but I want to ask you are you really free?
True freedom is not boundless comfort it’s the power to choose meaning through struggle. Humanity’s freedom is a paradise of stimulation, yet the more stimulated we become, the more we are hollow.
Do we really matter? In the grand scheme of things, we as individuals are treated like sheep by the chosen ones who are leading humanity into death.
Just look at the peak of life we are told we should attain
be rich
get married to a beautiful woman
have kids
die old
If this is the "peak of life," why should I even bother reaching the summit ? And even this peak is preserved for a few elect.
Don’t you want more? As a child, that natural instinct to explore the world, being in life and death situations whilst winning didn't you want that?
I feel pity for the future generations. They will be caged slaves from the day they are born, and their goal will be to live in bigger cages, and their lives will be a waste.
To the reader do you really want to die like this? It’s your choice in choosing your final path. I am not God, but as you walk into the abyss in search of life, please win for the child in your soul.
Dear Beckies and normies, Stacies and Chads Man is dead .
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Why is a species that is so dominant so pathetic?
In mastering the world, man unmade himself. The same instinct that burned like a hot fire is getting quenched every single time it ignites.
When there is no risk, there is no thrill only comfort masquerading as peace.
We saved the weak, prolonged the frail, and cured what nature once culled.
In trying to override nature, we pass on genetics that should have never been passed on under nature's reign . Will this mercy birth consequences?
In man’s attempts to cheat nature, he created an environment that strips him from nature’s hold.
Our psychological sorrow is the echo of instincts with nowhere to go. The predator’s hunger turned inward. The fight for survival became a fight against the void. And the void is winning.
We call it freedom, but I want to ask you are you really free?
True freedom is not boundless comfort it’s the power to choose meaning through struggle. Humanity’s freedom is a paradise of stimulation, yet the more stimulated we become, the more we are hollow.
Do we really matter? In the grand scheme of things, we as individuals are treated like sheep by the chosen ones who are leading humanity into death.
Just look at the peak of life we are told we should attain
be rich
get married to a beautiful woman
have kids
die old
If this is the "peak of life," why should I even bother reaching the summit ? And even this peak is preserved for a few elect.
Don’t you want more? As a child, that natural instinct to explore the world, being in life and death situations whilst winning didn't you want that?
I feel pity for the future generations. They will be caged slaves from the day they are born, and their goal will be to live in bigger cages, and their lives will be a waste.
To the reader do you really want to die like this? It’s your choice in choosing your final path. I am not God, but as you walk into the abyss in search of life, please win for the child in your soul.
Dear Beckies and normies, Stacies and Chads Man is dead .
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