In getting entangled in “the Spectacle”, women have adopted egoism without the burden of Faust. It is a very curated ‘ambition’. While their male counterparts have dug deeper into collectivism, women, much like the ‘neopagan’ (again, many of which are women) seeking Christ’s love in Hermes and Apollo, can only perceive Marxist-feminism through the lens of capitalism. Women are profoundly un-metaphysical.

Her presence is a perpetual migraine; she lives in total dissonance. ~Feb 27, 2024

As the home and the world, hearth and horizon; they are naturally detached from the divine. Everything is oriented towards, overtly visible, selfhood. In attempting to shred procreation, every appetite becomes sterile consumption. Their art is utterly thoughtless, their work is plainly managerial – it is an ‘aesthetic’ removed from its form. They are incapable of ‘fishing’ for inspiration, even identity – authenticity itself must arrive prepackaged, with branding attached. We are a people with a surplus of sacrifice in our hearts and violence in our souls, yet we are made immobilized by our sexuality in the face of an evermore discriminating pestilential class. Growing up is learning every lesson too abstract to put into text – to be rendered materially across pages of history and blood. It didn’t always need to be said that there is a genuine sovereignty removed from productivity. All ‘meaning’ to them is a desperate competition of numbers on screens. Everything is measured as institutional success in a world of captured institutions. They are forced to emulate love homoerogenous with each other – grading even our most primal acts with a poorly understood reading of Freud. Women are personified possessions. They denounce the need for validation while quietly craving validation for having denounced it. They move as a black mass, engulfing both romance and ration — the heart and the truth. It is the blind leading the blind.