HedonisticRecluse
Transcendent Hypostasis
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The cage we are bound into is causality, time, space and the will. We are subordinates to the will, we may say that the cage is a beautiful thing but in fact this beauty is an illusion that traps us, like the light that draws the simple-minded insect towards it. If I see a beautiful succubi, I know that it is not her as a cousciouss being that entrances me, but her sexual dimorphism and genetics - the will, not me, deems her worthy of copulation; it is not love, but a primitive biological function. All “love” is based on this repugant superficiality, how can something so shallow be a product of rational thought - it can be noting but an incessant blinding impulse.
The happiness of having children is nothing more than irrational predisposition towards reproduction, why else would succubi go through the painful process of birth if not for the chemical induced high of propagating the species. If humans really thought logically, why would anyone bring a consciouss being from blissful nonexistence? The world is defined by its suffering, the negation of our default state is pleasure, and it is momentary and leads only to more desires. Our entire life is just the meaningless chase of pleasure to temporalily neutralise the suffering that makes up the vast majority of our lives. Our lives are but the cylcial chase of momentary pleasure, something so tragic cannot be called good by any metrics. Only a madman blinded by impulse can call such a thing good, preharps spurred on by the horror of such a realisation entails. It is no wonder that the truth of pessimism brings about such contempt, for the realisation of the tragedy that is human existence brings forth either suicide or resignation.
The happiness of having children is nothing more than irrational predisposition towards reproduction, why else would succubi go through the painful process of birth if not for the chemical induced high of propagating the species. If humans really thought logically, why would anyone bring a consciouss being from blissful nonexistence? The world is defined by its suffering, the negation of our default state is pleasure, and it is momentary and leads only to more desires. Our entire life is just the meaningless chase of pleasure to temporalily neutralise the suffering that makes up the vast majority of our lives. Our lives are but the cylcial chase of momentary pleasure, something so tragic cannot be called good by any metrics. Only a madman blinded by impulse can call such a thing good, preharps spurred on by the horror of such a realisation entails. It is no wonder that the truth of pessimism brings about such contempt, for the realisation of the tragedy that is human existence brings forth either suicide or resignation.