A power in and beyond oneself
Sef-hep books pollute the shelves of his desk, maybe even conveniently placed in the background of his webcam, yes? Conferring upon him an aura of profundity, a sense of arrival. Proudly displayed as scalps of development. “Oh, is that the newest Jewyork Times bestseller on how to masturbate your inner greatness?” purrs the HR mammy, or even worse the buxom thot who’s suffocatingly earnest in her desire to ascend the ladder of corporate success without needing to exhibit the efficacy of her nightly kegels. The men eagerly talk over one another on the call, offering their take on the cliff notes they read while taking their 30 minute morning potty break. Some of them even listen to the audiobook while on their Peloton. It’s sickening.
The belief in self is one of the most deceptively catabolic ideologies present today. Primarily driven by a egotistical reaffirmation, most men fail to realize how hopelessly pathetic they are. Inert, epicene, amorphous entities; shadows cast under a pale light. A light devoid of warmth, a ray of annoying fluorescence in which they bask. Falsely illuminating them with its spasmodic beam. Instead of radiating their own life force, they hide within this shadow along with the other cavern dwelling lemmings of modernity.
This is modern man on the make. He believes in himsef!! He is powerful. If he says it 7 times each morning in the mirror, then 7 times while sitting down to pee, then 7 times while stroking one out to violent fantasies of sexually abusing the HR mammy he is bound to be a success. Tony Robbins said so. He saw a review on Amazon that said something similar. There was even a LinkedIn article that he scrolled by which affirmed the 7x7x7 model for self belief. But what exists within him that warrants his belief? Inwardly what is there that is worth his own belief, or that of others?
There is nothing. It’s a pit, a hole, a gaping vaginal orifice, and all the mantras and maxims will never fill it. A black hole of self-consumption, slowly collapsing in on himself. Navel gazing and effete, petty sophistry under the guise of philosophy is all that awaits him. Maybe nihilism will follow suit? Not if he reads enough of those book summaries, maybe even catches a couple podcasts. “You just need to get some perspective” according to his therapist. But what did she mean with her poodle like frizz of hair and her oversized button down man shirt that hung down over her bulging belly like a blue tent, her nipples protruding like Barney Frank on Capitol Hill; disgusting and very, very disrespectful.
What is this outside perspective? Where is the outside? There is a lot outside so where does he look? “Travel to India” she said, “you’ll see how poorly people live there. It will give you a lot of PERSPECTIVE.” What she means is that he will see so much ugliness, smell so many fetid bodies, reeking with noxious fumes that even the HR mammies will appear as goddesses, the sef-hep books will be as ancient texts filled with tantric mysteries, and flickering fluorescent bulbs will seem like celestial lights. Yes, send a 16 year old boy to a Lincoln Project internship interview so he can come back and realize how thankful he should be for his job at Taco Bell. These are there ideas.
Why not go to the Swiss Alps? Wander through the Black Forest of Germany, where ancient gods speak as the wind pushes through one thousand year old trees. Bathe in spas fed from underground waters rumored by the Romans to contain healing properties, imbuing the ancient barbarians with its primordial power.
There is no amount of inward contemplation that will reveal any desirable outward manifestation, if one has not cleansed the innermost cavities of depravity with the purging fire of inspiration. Depravity not in the sense of hedonistic Dionysian pursuits, but depravities of weakness, vacuity, self-preservation and all the other demons which plague the Last Man. For how can one truly help a cripple, by lending him a broken cane? How can a book of shallow “motivational quotes” be the panacea which the youf desire? Amorphous axioms like “if at first you don’t succeed, slap the HR mammy in the face, prior to setting her office ablaze” will never amount to anything worthwhile. Nothing of lasting, meritorious note comes from this, I can assure you from personal experiences.
The HR mammy is not his issue. The noxious flatulence of corporate, Jewish interest is not his issue. Forgetting to read the latest rendition of Jewdom’s “How to Win Frens and Impregnate People” is not his issue. Oh, these are obstacles, no doubt. These impediments are always present, but what would his path to power look like if there were not cloven footed bull dykes to c*nt punch along the way? Caltrops, yes but nothing more.
He may find his frens succumbing to these, quaffing blackpills with abandon, but this is not his way if he is to transcend. Staring at and circle jerking over external problems will not make them dissapear or contribute in any meaningful way to true self-development.