Post: #26

Knowing that our ultimate destination is a hole in the dirt, that we're merely a collection of dust and particles and neurons and firing synapses is a comfort for me.

Because if there is a God he has either given up on his creation and abandoned us to all our own cruel devices, or is unimaginably cruel himself. If Man is supposedly created in the image of God, he is both hilarious and dreadfully frightening at the same time.


'Why do you seek a hell in the next world? Is not the hell in which we live in and which burns inside us sufficiently dreadful?'

Post: #27

How can people in here be so sure there is no God? You guys pretend to have knowledge when in fact you have none. You are trying to prove that which cannot be directly experienced by sight/sense/touch/smell/hearing.

I think the problem with guys getting depressed in the manosphere, and I remember this happening to me when I was younger, is that you guys think you have all this powerful knowledge when in fact you're weak as shit and still know nothing. Just because you're "Red Pill" is irrelevant. You know more than bill pillers, who are fucking retarded to begin with. Congrats. It's like being smarter than a retard. Doesn't make you a genius.

Step back from what you think you know, and start being critical of your beliefs once again.

Is the purpose of life merely to procreate? Says who?
Is the purpose of sex merely to impregnate women? How do you know?
Does evolution tell us everything we need to know about humans? How do we know this is true?

The fact is, the more I learn, the less I know, and when I read this forum I do not ever feel angry, sad, depressed, or confused anymore. Instead I merely read with amusement and wide-eyed wonder at the vast ignorance that we expose, and the much greater ignorance I still have yet to uncover within myself.

Embrace the mystery that is life, and enjoy every second of it.

Post: #28

I sometimes wish that I could have stayed innocent in that regard. I was happier then overall - not that I'm not happy now, but the innocence and romanticism gave it a strange allure, despite the chinks in my blue pill view making me suffer and be over-stressed (why girls bang jerks, for example). But then I remember all the pain and humiliation I experienced, like a sheep going to the slaughter, and the yearning goes away.

There was more happiness before, but the primary memory of my blue pill years is not happiness, it's pain. I don't want to ever go back.

Post: #29

No. The benefits out weight the negatives. Sure, I had to give up on the idea of ever having a woman who will ever love me, but I'm much happier now over all. I prefer to know the truth so I can exploit it.

Post: #30

Don't turn this into a god debate.