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<blockquote data-quote="Schwarzwald" data-source="post: 65779" data-attributes="member: 544">Imagine being so broken by the system that you actually think auditing your own extinction is a win. You’re not &quot;standing up for yourself,&quot; you’re just a malfunctioning animal that’s been convinced that a pile of plastic and a quiet house is worth more than the literal biochemistry of the human soul.From a purely hardware level, you’re missing the ultimate dopamine cheat code—seeing your own kids rock out and become their own people. You think you&#039;re &quot;championing self-interest,&quot; but you&#039;re really just trading a high-voltage, soul-expanding connection for the flickering light of a bank statement. You’ve built a high-end prison for yourself where &quot;everything goes to me,&quot; but you&#039;re the only person in the room. That isn&#039;t sovereignty; it’s a solitary confinement cell you’re paying rent on.You call duty and responsibility &quot;cringe&quot; because the weight of the steering wheel terrifies you, so you’ve decided to just set the car on fire and sit in the ashes. Real Masters build legacies and keep the village engine running; clerks just balance their checkbooks until the lights go out. Enjoy your &quot;selfishness&quot;—it’s just a fancy word for being the only person left in a house that nobody’s ever going to visit again.I haven&#039;t felt such pity in a long time.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Schwarzwald, post: 65779, member: 544"] Imagine being so broken by the system that you actually think auditing your own extinction is a win. You’re not "standing up for yourself," you’re just a malfunctioning animal that’s been convinced that a pile of plastic and a quiet house is worth more than the literal biochemistry of the human soul. From a purely hardware level, you’re missing the ultimate dopamine cheat code—seeing your own kids rock out and become their own people. You think you're "championing self-interest," but you're really just trading a high-voltage, soul-expanding connection for the flickering light of a bank statement. You’ve built a high-end prison for yourself where "everything goes to me," but you're the only person in the room. That isn't sovereignty; it’s a solitary confinement cell you’re paying rent on. You call duty and responsibility "cringe" because the weight of the steering wheel terrifies you, so you’ve decided to just set the car on fire and sit in the ashes. Real Masters build legacies and keep the village engine running; clerks just balance their checkbooks until the lights go out. Enjoy your "selfishness"—it’s just a fancy word for being the only person left in a house that nobody’s ever going to visit again. I haven't felt such pity in a long time. [/QUOTE]

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