When you forget that you need God, He puts you in a situation that causes you to call upon Him. And that's for your own good.

We easily buy into the idea that "they had to do it because they would be killed/their families would be killed." The alternative is too horrible to contemplate. How little is required (social pressure + elite messaging) to get people to violate their own conscience.

But the real blackpill is that the vast majority of people don't have "their own conscience" --- they only have the group conscience. You don't need social pressure to OVERCOME their conscience; the social pressure IS the conscience.

Once you realize people are pattern matching sentences to the nearest take or stance they've seen before you can never unsee it. Truly reading or hearing anyone is a rare thing indeed.

You should always feel sincerely that your beliefs are perfectly normal and obvious. When you see yourself as a rebel against the big bad reign of lies, you give the lies too much credit and you risk getting stuck forever in someone else's dream.

I find beauty in destroying Nature. Children understand that there is a beauty to massive machines tearing apart the Earth. The cult of "environmental sentimentality" is unnatural, as in, unintuitive, a form of anti-humanism and misanthropy developed cynically. A wheel excavator is beautiful.

A fire is beautiful --- but what is a fire? It is the destruction of nature. You have to destroy nature with fire --- you feed it the products of nature, it consumes them and you feed it more --- this negation of nature is the foundation of civilization.

I'm fascinated by the paradoxical relationship between humility and power. You see it starkly with Montaigne. When he stopped chasing power was precisely when it started pursuing him. Montaigne was a successful businessman and minor politician in Bordeaux, but at age 38 he quit society to read and understand himself. No arrogant goals to be a great writer or make discoveries. Quite the opposite. He was just done with the servitude of usefulness.

His decision to give up on social success was a personal liberation, rooted in humility, which allowed for deep innovation, even though he wasn't trying to innovate. (He invented the modern personal research essay).

I am the punishment of God. If you had not committed great sins, God would not have sent a punishment like me upon you.

Different languages have separate and distinct buffs and nerfs to the mind heart and soul, I am permanently convinced that my IQ will go up at least 20 points when thinking writing and speaking in Latin when I fully learn it, and that this brain bump will return to near baseline when I switch back to English mode.

This is not just about language being the basis for thoughts --- also about noospheric boundaries, if only smart people speak latin then your thoughts will be adjacent to theirs. Memes work the same way, that's why they lose their appeal when they spread to a broader audience.

This is it. Eight years of preparing for this moment, or no, my entire life. I have achieved perfect calmness in my mind and I see the finish line as clear as can be. There can be no failure now. This game will revolutionize the industry as we know it. I truly believe New Unity Project (92) is the one.

Obscurity and vagueness of expression are always everywhere a very bad sign; for in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred they come from vagueness of thought, which again springs almost invariably from an original incongruity, inconsistency, and thus incorrectness of the thought itself. When a correct idea arises in the mind, it strives for distinctness and will not be long in reaching this; for what is clearly thought out easily finds its most appropriate expression. Whatever a man is capable of thinking can always be expressed in clear, intelligible, and unambiguous words. Those who construct difficult, obscure, involved, and ambiguous sentences, certainly do not know what they want to say; on the contrary, they have of it only a dull consciousness that is still struggling for an idea. Often they wish to conceal from themselves and from others the fact that they really have nothing to say. Like Fichte, Schelling, and Hegel, they want to appear to know what they do not know, to think what they do not think, and to say what they do not say. Will anyone who has something real and positive to convey, endeavour to speak vaguely or distinctly?

A hang bent over the bank of the river, a coconut-tree; Siddharta leaned against its trunk with his shoulder, embraced the trunk with one arm, and looked down into the green water, which ran and ran under him looked down and found himself to be entirely filled with the wish to let go and to drown in these waters. A frightening emptiness was reflected back at him by the water, answering to the terrible emptiness in his soul. Yes, he had reached the end. There was nothing left for him, except to annihilate himself, except to smash the failure into which he had shaped his life, to throw it away, before the feet of mockingly laughing gods. This was the great vomiting he had longed for: death, the smashing to bits of the form he hated! Let him be food for fishes, this dog Siddharta, this lunatic, this depraved rotten body, this weakened and abused soul! Let him be food for fishes and crocodiles, let him be chopped to bits by the demons!

With a distorted face, he stared into the water, saw the reflection of his face and spit at it. In deep tiredness, he took his arm away from the trunk of the tree and turned a bit, in order to let himself fall straight down, in order to finally drown. With his eyes closed, he slipped towards death.

Then, out of remote areas of his soul, out of past times of his now weary life, a sound stirred up. It was a word, a syllable, which he, without thinking, with a slurred voice, spoke to himself, the old word which is the beginning and the end of all prayers of the Brahmans, the holy "Om", which roughly means "that what is perfect" or "the completion". And in the moment when the sound of "Om" touched Siddharta's ear, his dormant spirit suddenly woke up and realized the foolishness of his actions.

Siddartha was deeply shocked. So this was how things were with him, so doomed was he, so much he had lost his way and was forsaken by all knowledge, that he had been able to seek death, that this wish, this wish of a child, had been able to grow in him: to find rest by annihilating his body! What all agony of these recent times, all sobering realizations, all desperation had not brought about, this was brought on by this moment, when the Om entered his consciousness: he became aware of himself in his misery and in his error. Om! He spoke to himself: Om! and again he knew about Brahman, knew about the indestructibility of life, knew about all that is divine, which he had forgotten.

A large part of the population should not only not be allowed to vote, but they should not even be taught to read or write. We should create systems of pictograms for them, so they can still sustain themselves, but be otherwise unable to consume or share opinions at scale.

If you are designing a society and morality, the question is not "what should someone I don't care about be allowed to do", but "what should someone I care about be allowed to do", because otherwise you are creating a world for people who don't care about each other, and that's not very fun. Liberties have second order effects that are generally overlooked, because people don't really think that far ahead. Legal pornography, for example, is easily justified with a hypothetical stranger you don't give a shit about: "Maybe it's bad I dunno, but people should be able to do whatever they want". But it's traumatizing to find your dad's porn stash. As a general rule I find it very useful to adopt the "how would I feel if my dad did it" method to most moral questions. Figuring out second order effects made easy with one simple trick.

Most celebrities are crushed beneath the ill intentions of the many millions disliking them. Materialists believe that this happens because they read gossip online --- metaphysical adepts know that the synchronized wishes of the many has real life consequences.

On one tropical island there lived aborigines. They lived happily, worshiped spirits, made sacrifices. How one day a helicopter with white people flew to their island. It flew in and flew away, but the memory remained. And the legend remained that the white people promised to return and teach the natives to fly helicopters. Of course, this alarmed the people. No joke! Everyone wants to fly or, say, walk on water. And the natives began to serve the spirits less diligently, to be stingy with sacrifices, and some even fell away from the cult. And there was no way to deal with them: people want to learn to fly, period.

Then the spirits got together, thought about it, and came up with a cunning plan. To begin with, they decided: since we can't suppress this movement, we will lead it. And they taught the natives how to build their own helicopter, a helicopter made of sticks and shit. And they built it to glory! So beautiful that it is almost no different from the real thing, only it doesn't fly. And the spirits led the cargo cult of the Helicopter. Everything would be fine, but unreliable: the helicopter by its very appearance reminded the natives of that real helicopter that flew. Not right. And the spirits taught people spiritual wisdom that the helicopter should not fly YET. That it will fly sometime later, in the next century, when there will be a new sky and a new earth. because the current sky is not worthy of the Helicopter.

The more the non-flying helicopter disappointed people, the more zeal the ministers of the helicopter cult demanded from them. The situation naturally reached an increasingly dead end, and... finally the spirits opened the eyes of the natives, posing the question this way: what is the use of a helicopter that does not fly?! And obviously, only the ministers of the cult have any use for it. And then they suggested that people BURN the useless non-flying helicopter, kill the ministers of the cult --- and build a new free world themselves, in which people will fly through the air.

Well, they still don't fly through the air, but no one on this island takes the story of white people in a helicopter seriously anymore. It has receded into the realm of myths and vague legends of ancient times. They worship spirits again, which has to be proven.

When true order comes about it can't feel like an imposition, but as divine retribution, and carrying all the beauty of a judgment from heaven itself. A sentence so fitting not any litigant will struggle against.

1. Ron Hubbard said that one principle in the "game of life" is that you can only communicate with someone that wants to be communicated to. Although it sounds obvious, it's not --- most people do not live this way. Internalizing this avoids an immense amount of frustration.

You have wandered somewhere foreign to you, you are way over your head and are confused about a great number of things, my advice is to go back where you understand the sentences and simply continue on living your life.