They are killing me to ensure a good harvest.

I crave imminent disasters with the same greed others have for money, the stock market, or crypto, my obsession lies in tsunamis, and minor genocides --- the vast economy of sobs, the great currency of ruins.

To forgive does not mean to deny evil, but to prevent it from generating further evil. It is not to say that nothing has happened, but to do everything possible to ensure that resentment does not determine the future.

Forgiveness is the greatest virtue because it is the hardest. I have seen charitable men, and loyal women, great crowds of zeal, and hermits of prayerfulness, but I have yet to meet someone that doesn't feel like those who slighted him must be belittled, humiliated, or punished.

I don't like when people talk down on "NPCs" because it is like laughing at a fat man at the gym. Souls grow, we are hopefully all bigger human beings now than we were ten years ago, what matters is where someone is headed, not how far they have already walked.

This is an age of Useless Solitude, not a Loneliness Crisis, republics of suffocation desperately trying to tear you out of your inner world, to forget Kierkegaard's "Nothing good ever comes from crowds." --- They don't want you to craft something beautiful from your isolation. Being "Alone" means the freedom to be oneself entirely, to write horrible letters, and to travel without destiny, to crave greater ecstasies, and succumb to horrible fates, but that would be a threat to a society of swine, an empire of wretched women and stupid men.

If you calculate all babies conceived during the Gen Z era of 1997-2012, 28% of Gen Z have been aborted. My soulmate was aborted two decades ago.

I've resigned from the real world.

You have to adapt to success. You can't just keep doing what you were doing once it starts working and you start improving. This is a frustrating point for many, whether it be on a personal level or a societal level. The game changes when you start winning, because it was always a competition over who gets to make the rules. You won, start acting like it.

If any God dared to peek into my heart he would either submit or be filled with regret, if any higher, spiritual power was truly witnessing me at all times it would kneel down and vomit.

I still find worth in people, but only because of my vast imagination.

People will cope until the ends of the earth to pretend they aren't spiritually connected with the work of their hands and the thing they spend the majority of their waking lives doing. If you're a programmer your job is literally rewiring your brain to be more logical and machine-like. If you're a doctor you're developing perfect associative recall. If you're a financier you're becoming well attuned to the idea of risk until you see it everywhere. If you aren't finding a modicum of purpose in your work you are actively killing yourself and turning into someone you don't like. Better to quit than live like that.

Imagine being so alienated from yourself that you experience life through a permanent layer of fantasy where everything you experience, sense or think must be justified in language to an imagined Youtube/Twitter/Instagram/etc audience, so you imagine you are a professor sitting in a gaming chair (god) "explaining" everything that happens to the "main character".

I hope It Follows isn't soulless fagslop.

Don't talk to anyone else about this. They're going to try to manipulate you. If you have any more questions, just come directly to me.