Illimitable Man (IM)

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Women love puzzles in the superficial sense - word games, Tetris and the like - in much the same way they love them psychologically, and what greater puzzle is there than her ideal man? To solve is to conquer, and to win is to lose, so she cannot - but it is the process - the progress - that ensnares her - her insatiable curiosity - her need to win - to know him - more, more, more - she is insatiable, a devourer. It is for this reason that a man who wears his heart on his sleeve, who is too simple and too readily disclosing, is too unchallenging because he is too yielding - too legible. He who does not make her truly earn every millimetre of ground she covers in his soul can never truly possess hers, because she cannot fully appreciate what she has not had to work to penetrate. To be truly, rather than performatively, enigmatic, then, is to signal depth - an unresolvable challenge she must endlessly pattern, calculate, and compute in her attack upon him - in her desire to possess him. That attack is the only way she knows how to love - to pour endlessly by absorbing endlessly - the loop which binds. ∞

@FrenchOG3 When it’s not a character issue, it’s a skill issue. Caring and having the capacity to provide what is needed as care are two very different things. The former without the latter is experienced as “well intentioned but impotent” So caring but not caring.

Men easily fall hard for women who genuinely care when they meet one because they are so rare.

The nothing that is a something which is everything.

I'm listening to Plutarch & he starts the life of Pericles with a basically unrelated ramble about how certain women buy 'puppies and young monkeys' instead of having children. Truly nothing is new under the sun

If she wants to improve from your corrections, marry her. But if she wants you to enable her self-indulgent delusions, don't. We should select against women of a narcissistic disposition who cannot self-reflect, self-correct, and grow by giving them absolutely nothing.

@BlondB00 @BonesawMD In a perverse way I would actually appreciate someone who gets it right. I’m just irritated by the impotence of incompetence. Like if you are going to come for me, make sure you fucking nail me. Make me respect you. I don’t want to read some inaccurate drivel. It’s disappointing.

@BlondB00 @BonesawMD For what it’s worth, I’m the one who surgically dissects people and overwhelms them to the point they want to curl into a ball, hide, and feel violated. I’ve had a few people try it on me, but they’re always wrong. So I’m speaking mainly as the aggressor here. They hide from me.

Once you make a really hyper or self aware comment people become more careful and respectful around you There’s an implicit understanding that it wouldnt take much for you to get a deep and accurate read on them

A devotional woman's heart is like a fortress. And it should be. Because once you penetrate her defences, she will unravel in giving herself to you with a love unlike anything you've ever seen before. It is only right she vigorously protects the greatest gift she has to give.

@BeneficialS101 It’s a type of paradox. Also because you are here in the flesh, you can give form to the unreachable aspects of the divine by embodying them in a form the creator is not present to. One just has to see themselves as a conduit of the divine rather than as a replacement of it.

@SovereignIM I'm a Christian, and I understand why some people in the comments disagree. But you're absolutely right. If she loves God more than you, she will end up loving God through you because that is what God commands her to do. Therefore, she cannot love God more than you. Twisted.

If she loves God more than you instead of loving God through you, she loves neither God, nor you. Think about it.

@GBK97002856 @TellYourSonThis Yes I think this is probably the purest expression of what I’m trying to convey. Unfortunately the insufficiently devoted tend to make it mutually exclusive “I’m not dedicated to my husband because I’m dedicated to God” - which is not as God commands and thus fails God too.

@SovereignIM @TellYourSonThis Ideally it is both, she loves God more than you and loves God through you

@AustralGurl I think 2 and 3 can occur in either order, but essentially scripture tells women to be devoted to their husbands, and to be pious is to be devoted to God, ergo God teaches to show a type of devotion to one’s spouse as you do God - not identically as blasphemy, but as dedication.

@SovereignIM When I first read this, I thought, “Oh my God, heresy!” But then I paused. Personally, I began to love God (and became a believer) largely through a process in which I first started to accept men. 1-I stopped being a feminist teenager 2-I learned to love men 3-I came to love God.

The Muse Is A Mirror: 1 - You encounter something strange in the other. 2 - You recognise in them something that feels like you at your highest, whether in the most rapturous moments of youth, before habit, compromise, and diminishment narrowed you, or in some superhuman, godlike, or mythic prior state your soul still dimly remembers. There is a form of ancient resonance. 3 - Because you do not yet fully possess that version of yourself, it appears outside you, embodied in them. 4 - That gap creates tension. 5 - That tension is Eros - totalising desire. The muse is the most precise externalisation of your highest internal configuration, the clearest mirror you have ever encountered of what you could be at your highest resolution - they are a mirror, and the mirror is a portal to your highest becoming.

Parentally, prolonged exposure to inadequacy for a daughter trains perfectionism through masochism - the desire to push herself to ungodly extremes so she can "be enough", because her default position is that she is never enough, and so must always prove she has worth through extreme competence, which is great for accomplishment and self-development, but a type of sickness all the same, for it is never actually enough, neither for the parents incapable of proper love who instrumentalised her, nor for the daughter that was conditioned since she was small to define her self-worth through taking care of her parents and pleasing her father. This is what happens when you make your daughter a son. It is spiritually fucking brutal.

The most rewarding relationships are where the man's amplified in his masculinity and the woman relaxes into her femininity until together they generate extreme polarity. The presence of one reinforces the energy of the other, like a mutual orbit where each radiantly shines.

A man's patience is a limited resource that should be primarily reserved for those who matter most to him. For all else, civility, and where they prove insolent: intolerance.