I’ve been sitting with the Efilist perspective and it’s brutal af. We talk about the "miracle of life," but once you see the biological mechanics, you realize we’re just biological puppets for a self-replicating glitch.
Look at the hierarchy. If you’re a sub-5 or a chronic cel, nature has already written you off as a "genetic dead end." You’re just the discarded scrap metal in the machinery of evolution. But even if you’re a top-tier Chad winning the "genetic lottery," you’re still just a high end vessel for a DnA strand that doesnt care about you. You’re literally a cuck for your own genome—working, struggling, and stressing just to pass on a code that will eventually subject your descendants to the same meat-grinder of aging, disease, and death.
Jfl at people who think there’s a "divine plan." The only plan is "keep the hunger going." If I had the red button to delete all sentient life and end the cycle of hunger and agony, I’d press it before I finished this sentence.
Look at the hierarchy. If you’re a sub-5 or a chronic cel, nature has already written you off as a "genetic dead end." You’re just the discarded scrap metal in the machinery of evolution. But even if you’re a top-tier Chad winning the "genetic lottery," you’re still just a high end vessel for a DnA strand that doesnt care about you. You’re literally a cuck for your own genome—working, struggling, and stressing just to pass on a code that will eventually subject your descendants to the same meat-grinder of aging, disease, and death.
Jfl at people who think there’s a "divine plan." The only plan is "keep the hunger going." If I had the red button to delete all sentient life and end the cycle of hunger and agony, I’d press it before I finished this sentence.