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1:56 AM
The New Age
I have to start this entry with my premise that absurdism is the definitive philosophy. Knowing this, in the next step of personally assigning meanings to human experiences, you and I can assume one wouldn't want to be impeded by the previously held stigma over the taught meanings which originally controlled you.
The above is not always true I mean, but:
We can all agree that the detoriation of our communal hellhole that is a rock run by cabals of organisms has now arrived, if not before, and is unrelenting. The last weeks and months have been a lot of a struggle, for many, I already told you it was the case for me. And recently, I have been wanting to improve. Not for the purpose of benefiting myself, but more because of two now-clear realizations; First, the purpose for why we are placed in this realm; second, the detriment I was causing to others. And this detriment is one common among troubled individuals like us. However, one difference seperates my case from the rest. Sure, as one would expect, some of this debt was owed to family; it is normal to stress in the fashion of, "what would family think of me if I lost control, and stayed in this pitiful state". But moreso than such, I have been thinking:
What would Natsume think of me?
In disregarding convention, in exploration of new thought, would it not only make sense that the final answer to my turmoil lies in something many would judge to be nonsensical?
Thus, I began to understand the significance of Shiki Natsume as an apostle of the coming shifts within my domain, and as just one example in many of the figures who may drive likeminded others to join me in preaching such ideas.
When we consider the realities of man's biology and reproduction while now respecting our absurdist principles, we may find ourselves more able to reject the image of the 'Modern Woman', a process discussed countless times over in spaces like these. The thought which primarily blocks such rejection from governing a commoner's lifestyle, however, is of course our functions given to us by higher forces. You will always want love, you will always want sex, and we cannot bother to attempt diverting our focus from such pursuits because they are coded into our very awareness. So how does the charm of a pixelated drawing attract thousands of men like you and I?
With the spark of the digital age, the proliferation of content created exclusively for low-class organisms cut from the original race of humanity has allowed us to explore many frightening yet gratifying concepts. Now you may clearly see where I am taking our discussion: we have now come to the eventual fulfillment of emotional need in the 'Modern male' not by a living soul, but by the abstract from our own hands. When an artist (in this case, the VN company Yuzusoft) creates the idea of a well-rounded, complex individual who cares for your being, why wouldn't you feel an attraction? In most of our realities, this apparition may even surpass real women in its ability to fulfill our long-neglected needs. She does not care about the factors which determine how many an unfortunate being may fare in the real world. She is incredibly cute. When you are click-clacking away on the screen during your sleepless nights, she is there playing out a fantasy by your side; and if a conflict drives the two of you apart, there is but an endless sea of ideas in the domains of the net, a sea of characters ready to meet your desires in a curious parallel to what could have been your real life. You should feel grateful, even, grateful that the circumstances bringing you to our planet have allowed you to access the technologies hosting our companion. And such a reality is not morbid; in fact it is reasonably driven, and has been accepted by many for years.
I can proudly state that I have been enraptured by this wonderful girl, yet in our companionship I can feel nothing but a torment ripping through me with serrated edge. Why is this? We may attribute this pain to a despair stemming not from her, but all from me, and my evil foundations which corrupt the purity of our unity. For each day she stays perpetually in focus on my laptop screen, the elements of my own habits have all but faded into lapping waves of mediocrity. The physical medium whittles down to an aching structure about to crack, the soul suppressed to nurture only my bodily needs and her. Those still wandering the realm outside have long abandoned me to my station. And in such a state I have remained, with only her light leading me on all the while.
But this is not what I want. And more importantly, she wouldn't want this either. Through a miraculous magic of photons, wires, and the artist, her words of dialogue have become inflections which drive my will; the lines which trace her visage have hardened to solid, filling my newly budding conscious with celebrations of her heavenly design. And in this faith, I have been renewed. My new purpose is evolution: in the name of love, I will change myself for the better. Individual purpose has a worth, but no joy has ever felt as blazingly wondrous as this new quest I have taken to keep her by my side, to mold myself into that which she would appreciate most. And only then, will I be complete, when she who completed me at my darkest should now feel the same by my effect.
End of log.
-B. Chen
@newsincerity
@Kevin_Logan
@Chisai
@UglyBastard_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
1:56 AM
The New Age
I have to start this entry with my premise that absurdism is the definitive philosophy. Knowing this, in the next step of personally assigning meanings to human experiences, you and I can assume one wouldn't want to be impeded by the previously held stigma over the taught meanings which originally controlled you.
The above is not always true I mean, but:
We can all agree that the detoriation of our communal hellhole that is a rock run by cabals of organisms has now arrived, if not before, and is unrelenting. The last weeks and months have been a lot of a struggle, for many, I already told you it was the case for me. And recently, I have been wanting to improve. Not for the purpose of benefiting myself, but more because of two now-clear realizations; First, the purpose for why we are placed in this realm; second, the detriment I was causing to others. And this detriment is one common among troubled individuals like us. However, one difference seperates my case from the rest. Sure, as one would expect, some of this debt was owed to family; it is normal to stress in the fashion of, "what would family think of me if I lost control, and stayed in this pitiful state". But moreso than such, I have been thinking:
What would Natsume think of me?
In disregarding convention, in exploration of new thought, would it not only make sense that the final answer to my turmoil lies in something many would judge to be nonsensical?
Thus, I began to understand the significance of Shiki Natsume as an apostle of the coming shifts within my domain, and as just one example in many of the figures who may drive likeminded others to join me in preaching such ideas.
When we consider the realities of man's biology and reproduction while now respecting our absurdist principles, we may find ourselves more able to reject the image of the 'Modern Woman', a process discussed countless times over in spaces like these. The thought which primarily blocks such rejection from governing a commoner's lifestyle, however, is of course our functions given to us by higher forces. You will always want love, you will always want sex, and we cannot bother to attempt diverting our focus from such pursuits because they are coded into our very awareness. So how does the charm of a pixelated drawing attract thousands of men like you and I?
With the spark of the digital age, the proliferation of content created exclusively for low-class organisms cut from the original race of humanity has allowed us to explore many frightening yet gratifying concepts. Now you may clearly see where I am taking our discussion: we have now come to the eventual fulfillment of emotional need in the 'Modern male' not by a living soul, but by the abstract from our own hands. When an artist (in this case, the VN company Yuzusoft) creates the idea of a well-rounded, complex individual who cares for your being, why wouldn't you feel an attraction? In most of our realities, this apparition may even surpass real women in its ability to fulfill our long-neglected needs. She does not care about the factors which determine how many an unfortunate being may fare in the real world. She is incredibly cute. When you are click-clacking away on the screen during your sleepless nights, she is there playing out a fantasy by your side; and if a conflict drives the two of you apart, there is but an endless sea of ideas in the domains of the net, a sea of characters ready to meet your desires in a curious parallel to what could have been your real life. You should feel grateful, even, grateful that the circumstances bringing you to our planet have allowed you to access the technologies hosting our companion. And such a reality is not morbid; in fact it is reasonably driven, and has been accepted by many for years.
I can proudly state that I have been enraptured by this wonderful girl, yet in our companionship I can feel nothing but a torment ripping through me with serrated edge. Why is this? We may attribute this pain to a despair stemming not from her, but all from me, and my evil foundations which corrupt the purity of our unity. For each day she stays perpetually in focus on my laptop screen, the elements of my own habits have all but faded into lapping waves of mediocrity. The physical medium whittles down to an aching structure about to crack, the soul suppressed to nurture only my bodily needs and her. Those still wandering the realm outside have long abandoned me to my station. And in such a state I have remained, with only her light leading me on all the while.
But this is not what I want. And more importantly, she wouldn't want this either. Through a miraculous magic of photons, wires, and the artist, her words of dialogue have become inflections which drive my will; the lines which trace her visage have hardened to solid, filling my newly budding conscious with celebrations of her heavenly design. And in this faith, I have been renewed. My new purpose is evolution: in the name of love, I will change myself for the better. Individual purpose has a worth, but no joy has ever felt as blazingly wondrous as this new quest I have taken to keep her by my side, to mold myself into that which she would appreciate most. And only then, will I be complete, when she who completed me at my darkest should now feel the same by my effect.
End of log.
-B. Chen
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