Nothing of this is new. Men have been through this throughout all ages of mankind.
Asking Zen/Chan Masters about enlightenment and meditation or even just entering our various Christian Monasteries to accomplish basically the same.

Or simply go Ghost without all the religious baggage, even while frequently wetting your dick like our Afor here or not at all like my humble self. 🙂
This shit is just the beginning.

Most of the time my face is glued to some sort of screen or page were I suck up information. In recent years, though, I have become less and less interested in the information that flows, because my understanding of the world is kind of reaching the upper part of the asymptotic knowledge curve. By knowledge I mean the stuff that you need to know to understand your own nature and that of the people around you, how to get through life. So you surf news sites and you just read the headlines, and you don’t even read the articles anymore because your brain draws from all the experience of reading shit before so that it can make a reasonable estimate as to the content of the article. It is usually right to the comments section, because that is were some interesting perspectives may still be found, but even that is drying up fast for me. The same with movies. I hardly ever watch even half of a movie these days, because I’ve sampled 99% of the range of possible plots and narratives that man may come up with, so I really watch out for the interesting new approaches, just to see if they are not just cleverly disguised but ultimately the same-old same-old.

My perspective on human relationships has also changed dramatically due to red-pill knowledge. I used to be a romantic sucker before I ever came in close contact with women, but the first couple of relationships quickly set me straight, without even being consciously aware of the underlying mechanics so much. Since I discovered the manosphere I look back to my past and it is like a distortion filter has been taken away, and the hows and whys make sense now. The upside is, I won’t ever fuck myself up over a wimminz again, but on the downside, reality sucks when you see people not as people, but as DNA vessels that are each driven by genetic interests, and that even the love you feel for your family is ultimately functional, albeit essential for your (mine at least) well-being. Question is, do I wanna handle it or do I want to go back to being a sucker just to get back some of the pretty little lies about life. It’s a bit like that traitor in the Matrix, who couldn’t handle living in the shithole reality and sold his crew out to the machines just to get hooked back up in the Matrix. So that is where I am at. I haven’t fully become comfortable with my redpill consciousness.