Voice From Above

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I reject Buddha. I say to him that it’s a skill issue. We need more love. But from a place of genuine understanding, without such need to escape the maze. Some people know how to navigate it. Believe it or not.

Life is long. So long. And people wander in a confusing maze, hoping to finally find their prize at the end. Then they die in the middle of the maze, wondering what the hell it was all for. Buddha saw this what it was and he rejected a truly authentic human experience bc of it.

Ordinary people’s minds are in sinkholes. Gosh. To be an ordinary person is to be effectively mentally disabled. So disconnected from reality, so GENUINELY hopeless. Happiness eludes because they are genuinely pathetic. But they are proud. And their pain is real.

Manul morning.

I am selfish.

There’s a woman next door who has been screaming and crying for almost a week now, every single day. The first day it happened, I knocked on her door and asked if she was alright. At first, she didn’t respond. Then, after I kept knocking and asking if she was alright, she started laughing deliriously and managed to barf out the words “Go away”, over and over again, through her tears and her maniacal laughter. Alright, I thought to myself. Heartbreak, or drugs or something. The next day, she kept crying and screaming, but this time, I could tell it was about a man. She threw a lot of hatred his way. And then, I heard “Get off of me! Get off of me!” A rape? Well, what the fuck. I’m not getting involved, because she didn’t sound rational or kind the first night, and it could be something small and stupid. I left it be and then “get off of me”s stopped. And for days, ever since, there have been variations on the texture of the screams. Right now, there are arrhythmic yelps and slams. It is annoying. I’m really bothered by the people in this apartment. This is what it’s like to be around poor people. They seem to create problems out of thin air. I know that what’s really going on is festering childhood trauma that’s been worsened by drugs and a slew of toxic relationships. But on the surface, it’s just annoying stupidity. Problems and disruption, for nothing. I hate them. I hate these stupid poor people. I hate their self-pity, I hate their ugliness, I hate their noisiness, I hate their incompetence, I hate everything about them.

@TerribleMaps Tf you just say bitch?

Alberta so bad even rats won't go there

I write to cope, I write to cope. I write to cope with this glorious gift of a life I’ve been given but cannot, for whatever reason, remain content with. I want more, and I feel that there’s something more just around the corner, but I won’t let myself look around that corner, because I know there will be nothing. And then what? And then what will I do with myself?

Really, one should be considerate of one’s followers when someone’s a big shot. You need to think to yourself, “what’s funny?” Or “what’s something important I can say?” You can’t just solipsistically say stuff. Isn’t that what’s wrong with this generation? People are just saying stuff! They’re all self-absorbed and thinking me, me, me, me, me, me! Right? I don’t want to be one of those people… I want to empathize with you! All of you… erm… trashy white nationalists and trashy Indian nationalists and the like… oh, wait a second, do I respect a single one of you? Well, maybe if I met you in real life and formed a relationship and, uh, began to focus on your positive qualities so I can increase my own quality of life via high quality friendships… but, to be honest, when it’s just pfp vs pfp, we’re all just atomized bundles of qualities—I’m free to judge you as harshly as I want, and in fact, if I don’t, then I’m kind of a pussy, aren’t I? Nick Fuentes isn’t a pussy! Not is any Red Guard member of the Hasan cult. Or anyone else. I ought to stand up for my own damn self! Cut out my own faction! We’re not really here for understanding and for empathy! That’s stupid! Only losers look for friends on the internet! Ach, it’s all whatever. These arbitrary rules don’t really apply to me. They don’t have to. All of this, at the end of the day, is just me figuring things out. With you all. You’re all my Guinea pigs for my idea experiments. And I’m willing to try, hell, any idea that captures my attention. I’m sort of morally bankrupt in this sense, because I’m willing to roll with whatever ethereal spirit coils its body around my heart on a given day, month, year, decade, what have you. Anyway. I’m rambling. Here’s the real point… the real point is that I’m great. I’m awesome. But the problem is that I’m so normal. Mr Normalbob has to drive to work today in his stupid little Hot Wheels car that he bought for himself because he thought he’d be rich in 2023 (he didn’t get rich in 2023) and when he gets to work, he’s just like everyone else. And everyone’s cranky and everyone’s “just doing their (fucking) job” and doesn’t want to be bothered. Ugh. And I’m the only extrovert, the only one with love in his heart. Or am I? Maybe it’s because I’m the only bachelor. And that makes me feel like a loser, but to be honest, I think it’s cool. I’m clearly the happiest and most energized person at work. I’m the ONLY extrovert, as I said before. And I think people should appreciate the sense of community that I bring to the table. But I don’t get… ENOUGH praise for this… I do get acknowledgment as a “good guy” and an “interesting conversationalist” and a “very intelligent” person, but it’s not enough, I don’t feel the oneness with everyone there, and you know why? It’s because THEY are too closed-off. They’re darkened, I can see it, and it’s because they’re closed-off, and they’re closed-off because they’re scared. I’m not. I’m open because I’m brave. I bleed because I’m brave. The light shines right through me, because I LET IT! Anyway, the other people at work don’t get that. But I suppose Twitter isn’t such a good place for community either huh? Well, I went over that. I’m talking in circles now. Post.

I was gonna tweet something, like “buttsex bonanza”, with no explanation. But that would be really lame. I don’t know. I’m out of ideas guys. I don’t know how much longer I can do this. I thought maybe a succinct stream of consciousness alliteration might hit the spot for some you, but honestly, this kind of stuff is just beneath me. I can’t indulge in it. I have higher, better pursuits. Like, gosh, even spacing out and stuffing my face with whatever shameful family pack of junk food while I watch some Netflix trash is more dignified than “creating from my heart”, isn’t it?

I’ve read those ancient Indian poets Whose fate was to wander their unfertile stretches of Earth alone Humanity’s bastards I’m not so different from them

Are you sure you didn't ask to be born?

Someday, I will die.

Never forget the moment young Mark Zuckerberg was asked this question.

Japan hates Indians too huh? So it’s not just us. Kind of comforting.

@lcamtuf That is not the debate in a nutshell, you’re not steelmanning the other side

Moltbook debate in a nutshell