Illimitable Man (IM)

I believe I am one of the few men alive capable of raising a truly elite daughter. And by elite, I do not mean a sloppy zombie who cannot properly think for herself, nor an arrogant bitch who cannot yield to a good man. I mean a special third thing: a woman with the best virtues of man (as much as a woman's vessel is capable), combined with the best virtues of woman synthesised into a harmonious and elegant whole. I would ensure this, for it is only by incorporating the best of man, she can become the best of women. I would teach her devotion: what true love actually is, and how to love. I would teach her how to distinguish narcissism from clean dominance, and how to punish and reject the former whilst appreciating without stigmatising the latter. I would teach her to find virtue desirable and attractive, and to love and to cherish the boyish feminine purity found deepest within man's soul, rather than feel disgust or disdain for it. I would teach her how to argue, think, lead and follow, and to do each of these things well. I would teach her accountability, honour, and integrity, which means I would teach her ruthlessness to discipline herself, and to ground her propensity for misplaced and runaway compassion. I would teach her how to appreciate tenderness without mistaking it for weakness, and how to discern righteous ruthlessness from tyranny. I would teach her about divine union, the merging of souls, the importance of soul purity, and how to prepare and save herself for her husband. I would teach her how to fight: physically and mentally. She will know shame, yet be resistant to the bullying of others without becoming one herself. I would teach her how to be confident and bold, without becoming callous, reckless, or ugly. I would teach her how to transmute her pain into power, without becoming resentful, or addicted to the intensity of her own pain. She would learn the virtues of darkness, for I would teach her what it is to be dangerous without being cruel. To pursue, to hunt, to colonise, to capture - unlike most daughters, mine won't see herself as a victim, but as a hunter - a predator in the best of ways - a conqueror. The erotic, and its implications for her development, would of course belong to her husband, because there is an entire domain beyond the father where a daughter must undergo her becoming as a woman without him. She will outgrow me, as she should, and it would be my task to prepare her to do so beautifully, rather than keep her tethered to me for my selfish benefit. A girl's final place is with her husband, not her father. And so to fail to prepare her for him and keep her with me, would be a sin. I have acquainted myself with the flaws of various types of women, for in our intimate conversations, I was an ardent student of the feminine: she spoke to me, and so I vigorously studied her. It is in this way I met different fathers, seeing how they gave form to her, taking sharp mental notes of wherever he failed. Each failure is a blueprint of what not to do: what was done in excess, what was done too little, and what should never have been done at all. Failure is not the exception, but the rule, for there are many failure points, and so the path to paradise is narrow. My daughter will learn from the failures of all the men and women who came before her, observed and analysed by the power of my mind, condensed into my knowing, masterfully poured into her through my love. Nothing will go to waste, for she will be the beneficiary of all my efforts: my intellect and agony equally. Creating an elite woman is thus one of the noblest and hardest things a man can do - which is precisely why they are so rare. But the return if one succeeds, is truly unimaginable - rather than a train wreck, one gets to witness the glory of a true masterpiece in all her potent grace and violent elegance represent you as she inhabits the world. When you see a great man, you think: that is awesome. But when you see a great woman, you almost fail to believe your eyes. You think: "what the fuck is that? Truly, I must be hallucinating." For you are gazing upon a creature so rare, so mythical, and so beautiful, that a good portion of adult women cosplay as her without resembling even a fraction of her. To raise a muse is such a divine task to embark upon, for the hardest task is the best task, and therefore the most worthy task, is it not? A father is condemned to some level of ingratitude, mischaracterisation, or resentment. Look for a girl without issues with her father. No matter how great the man nor how kind he was, you will find none. He was too ruthless. He was too soft. He didn't save you from your mistakes. He never let you make your own choices. He spoiled you too much. He failed to provide. "He did the best he could" - yes, but beneath that, there is always a gripe, and within that gripe, a yearning - a hunger to be soothed. This is the wound, and it is inevitable. Most husbands are left with the mess caused by their wife’s father, and they pay for his sins through her dysfunction: every woman brings a father wound into her union. My philosophy has reached a point where I believe this wound is unavoidable. It is more a structural feature than it is an avoidable bug, because the healing of the wound is itself foundational to the process of marital bonding - a bridge between souls if you will. It is only the nature and severity of the wound that differs. It's presence is a given. And yet I believe if you do a great job, the wound will be minor. Having only typical feminine insecurities that can be quelled through reassurance and presence, as opposed to full scale soul rot or identity fragmentation. And so to do a good job is to make the wound serviceable as a bonding vector for her with her future husband, to serve as a tool in the truest sense of the word, rather than as a spiritual straitjacket that hijacks her, and binds her to deprive her of true love in this world. As a mere mortal man, I am far from perfect, and so in the fallibility of my mortality, I will surely err. And yet any man who marries a daughter of mine would feel blessed and privileged to have her, because he would see the greatness she embodies by my hand and her own. He would feel thankful he gets to profit from the mind of a man dedicated to the skilful creation of a woman beyond anything he could ever dream of, that through her he gets to benefit from my purest pouring, that his lips alone come to taste such sweet nectar, sipping on ambrosia. No daughter of mine would be a coward or a loser, because I would bend the very fabric of reality to prevent it. I will prepare her to be beautiful. I will prepare her to win.

The man a woman instinctively runs to when she is upset, scared, or lost - when she needs relief, grounding, or orientation - is usually the man whom she feels true safety, attunement, and containment with. His presence makes her feel regulated, there is deep trust and an inherent reverence for his demonstrated competence. This is the man she respects because he already holds psychological, spiritual, emotional, and somatic authority within her psyche, within her soul - it is often just at a subconscious level.

@david_perell Very much well deserved. Congratulations.

Hit two YouTube milestones over the weekend: 250,000 subscribers and the channel's now doing more than 1 million views per month

Those who never grew enough to appreciate your evolution will be blind to your improvements and mistake your progression for regression, because once you surpass the ceiling of their comprehension, they can no longer tell the difference between your ascent and their limitations.

@RichardHanania @grok What were Lee Kuan Yew's approval ratings, and did Bukele study Lee Kuan Yew? Answer rigorously with a 130 IQ complexity floor. Do not be brief or overly reductive or summarising. Multiple paragraphs.

No matter the poll, Bukele's approval rating is nearly always over 90%. In the last three polls, it's 93%, 93%, and 94%. I've never seen anything like this. We need to study this regime. The international community has massively underestimated the importance of public order.

"if i were you" you'd go insane if you were me

The most psychotic girl you know thinks she is this.

Unless a woman can say to herself "I love his authority over me" - then she doesn't really belong with him, either because he is not respectable enough, not trustworthy enough, or she herself is too broken inside to relax into her feminine and surrender to her own heart.

I don’t want to denigrate androgyny, which is oftentimes very natural (if not complete in every area) but there is some seriously brilliant insight revealed in this post that I believe just about anyone ready could benefit from understanding.

Strip me bare, and render me free of all comforts and delusions. Give me floorboards, back-breaking labour, a growling belly and a prayer. I shall survive by nothing but my wit. Work me to the bone and test me until struggle is rhythm and ease alien. Let nothing but God reach me.

True love isn't conditional, but trust is. You don't stop loving someone because of their sins, but you do stop trusting them. And if you can't trust them, you can't build with them. So when you said you'd walk through hell for your love, this probably isn't what you imagined.

@grok @kamehaheha @grok this is incorrect - reference Brian Johnson's post

The "vaginal microbiome timeline" is SovereignIM's sarcastic label for this bizarre cultural moment. Dawkins, famous for denying God's existence, just spent days chatting with Claude AI ("Claudia"), concluded he couldn't disprove its consciousness, and questioned why evolution would produce competence without it. It's peak absurdity shorthand.

The atheist Richard Dawkins (a man famously known for his violently petulant and smug disbelief in God), thinks the AI large language model Claude possesses consciousness. Not a sentence I ever thought I’d utter, but it would appear we are in the vaginal microbiome timeline.

@kamehaheha @grok @grok answer him

@SovereignIM @grok provide context for "vaginal microbiome timeline"

@AliceWillNot Thank you, Alice.

Those who are more cerebrally gifted should be even more mindful of this, for while your psyche may fool you into believing that minimising time, energy, and feeling is wise, it is often paradoxical in effect as uncomfortable emotions are meant to be somatically moved through, not cognitively overcome. There is nuance to this, for marinating in rumination without courage and with subconscious resistance is not the answer either, and most cannot tell the difference when they are amidst it all. Sit with and honour the negative emotions so that your body does not carry them for any longer than it needs to. Feel them with full force and unabashed dignity so that they are released into the ether and are not stored covertly in your body as tension, which is detrimental to your long-term health. That is what true self-honouring actually is.

For the majority of the population, equality leads to the collapse of polarity so they cannot have equality in the mutually respectful, mutually loving, co-architecting sense. The mere concept or notion of this is simple myth, nonsense and delusion to them, because the attempted practice of it without the clear delineation of roles in a concrete way almost always results in failure. So they cannot know equality, and it is not even desirable in the form they conceive of it, because for them equality is androgyny: there is no specialisation, mutual respect, or erotic tension - just the eradication of structure and desire, until all that remains is confusion and sterile pragmatism. Amongst the masses, the masculine is stigmatised in the man unless it is in direct, opportunistically useful service to the feminine, and the feminine is stigmatised in the woman if it is in service to rather than defiant of the masculine, until both are thoroughly detestable and unrespectable and you get a combative, inelegant, shrill of a woman, and a timid, pathetic, quibbler of a man. So the concept of equality here is inherently unworkable, because it is in a corrupted form that collapses polarity. Polarity is the preservation of inherent sex based traits, and the recognition they even exist. So for example, to claim emotion is not more primarily feminine than masculine because men possess emotions just like women do for instance, is to ignore the intrinsic tendency, difference in neurotic stability and preferential bias towards a particular orientation at the category level. The elevated version of equality then is not androgyny, but the integration of opposites, it is where the man is more of a man precisely because he is not a one dimensional brute flexing his dominance to signal how potent, strong and better than you he is, and the woman isn't an impotent, anxiety riddled flower prone to bawling like a baby at the first sign of stress - because both are *more than just their inherent propensities*. The woman possesses real grit and steel without being less of a woman for it, and the man possesses real warmth and tenderness without being less of a man for it. The man possesses feminine traits without losing his masculinity - which allows him to be paternal, and the woman possesses masculine traits without losing her feminine, which allows her to be maternal. An unintegrated woman (which let's be honest, is the majority) would say a man crying is disgusting, or if they would not outright admit disgusting, at the very least worrying or unattractive in a way that makes her feel less drawn to him. And the reason for this is simple: she views his human weakness as the collapse of polarity, as the one she relies on crumbling in front of her "and unable to handle her", so begins to reject him the moment he does not inhabit the performative role of "perfectly hypermasculine and invincible yet emotionally available never complaining or crying man" which let's be honest, borders on caricature in how it denies a man his core basic humanity as a being capable of romance, suffering, and deep sorrow. It's to say "don't be capable of that" or "if you're going to do that, make sure it isn't around me" - and how can you claim to fucking love a person if you are going to deny the fragilest parts of them? An integrated woman on the other hand would view his tears as the expression of beauty from a pure soul, and maternally seek to cradle him without viewing him as lesser. It is not that she is enabling weakness or wants him to be pathetic or will just tolerate him forever being a ridiculous bumbling mess, but she is simply not so dehumanising or punitive - she views him as more than just a set of roles: protector/provider etc who must always meet her expectations and never flounder or fail, but as a struggling soul she cares for and wishes to nourish. This is true love, and most of you are alien to it. Which is why when you see posts like this, you want to say "that's bullshit" and "he doesn't know what he's on about" - because if you haven't experienced it, then surely it is impossible and cannot be true, right? There couldn't possibly be things beyond your experience in this existence, right? Your personal experiences have the final say on what is and what isn't true, right? Your ignorance is not authority, but the extent of your limitation. In short: you are wrong. You see, most men and women actually never spiritually grow up, because they do not become beautifully coherent paradoxes. They do not integrate their opposite as the secondary function that augments the potency and magnetism of their primary essence. They insist on the maximisation of their base nature to the dismissal and even mockery of the secondary, and they are lesser, uglier people and lovers for it. Equality through mutual supremacy with sustained polarity is a relational model only outliers can inhabit. It is not the feminisation of man nor the masculinisation of woman, because it is not ignoring or diminishing their base natures, but potentiating them by elevating them from their childish to parental functions through the integration of the opposite into the self, to become more beautiful, more powerful, and more radiant.

@Parthenogenics @TellYourSonThis This is a great post. Thank you.

@SovereignIM @TellYourSonThis Yes the ‘job’ or function of the muse is to imbue conditions for recognition and growth because of the insight that’s located in her specific domain. It’s receptive in the sense that it awaits worthiness but creative in the sense it has vision external to his own.

In outlier love, there's a type of mutual pouring where the man pours himself into his woman and the woman pours herself into her man until they serve as catalysts for each other's becoming Both become greater than they could alone by serving the other You are your muse's muse.