TRANNIES ARE FAILED PROTOTYPES OF THE TRANSHUMAN PLATONIC ANDROGYNE: the incel epidemic isn't about the inaccessibility of sex, but its /virtuality/: the social isn't the overcoming of Evola's”blissful and terrible” play of forces, it is precisely their euphemization, the repression of nature as DIFFERENTIAL FIELD: rap culture is the cthonic steam valve for the American matrix, Christianity on a lower order: escape from a syntax: installed in sometime in the late 70s, oh, and HOUSE PARTIES TOUCH THE LIMINAL ZONE: something like rape is only possible if there's that which exists outside the consent of the empathic/Christic subject: force is Christ's condition of possibility: the actuality of the flesh, the compossibility of physical strength and malevolence: Socrates was wrong about everything: intellect can co-exist with the diabolical: it's precisely intellect that /makes it/ diabolical (Kemper), and not demonism (Brudos): spiritual love can never undo the weakness of body: it is the hegemony of force that makes a Christ: selves analogically inherit the fusion cores of their stars as the analytic identity of the cogito: the autogeneity of Atum become the hydrostasis of “I think, therefore I am”: genius dilates the soul to its origin, because the return is a swell and birth a contraction: THE UNIVERSE IS EXPANDING BECAUSE WE'RE RETURNING TO GOD: religion is the song of a very peculiar, flightless bird: but a fertile song when planted in silence: as the Word was: Shestov: it should not matter that the stones hear Hallelujah, but only that it is sung: I've seen spirits with my own eyes, Bruno's natural intelligences that poke their heads out when no one is looking (and sometimes when they are): Schopenhauer was absolutely right: the universe is as alive as you are: eyes can modulate what they see (per Shestov): studies have shown that plants respond to the presence (or absence) of light with their whole bodies: plants are eyes without lenses, the eye prior to its declension in man: if Mithras could launch himself out of the Stone = the eternal deadlock of Nun, how much less we ask of trees to speak: I really do believe that on long enough time scales, hidden from the democracy of vision, spirits condense out of matter like dew drops: Non-All blooming into bacchanal: intelligent dust devils, sunbursts in attics, a flower that turns to nod: just as Atum emerges from a background of absolute disorder “completely without determination”, so does order spontaneously emerge from the hand-me-down disorder of this world, a commensurate miracle: Zizek's answer of the Real: immanent invocation of transcendent FIAT LUX