Artificial intelligence, specifically image creation, reveals humanity's fatal flaws, but also her potential. When viewing artificially rendered images of bucolic life—a pastoral, beautiful wife and children—one wonders whether he is seeing into a fantasy, a past, or a future that has been stolen from him. What does that dimpled, freckled blonde have in common with reality? None, for in large part she has been neutralized through deliberate social conditioning, those ugly and distasteful ideas we call feminism, gluttony, and promiscuity.
He is caught between conflicting emotions when confronted with this ideal life: frustration, anger, happiness, but ultimately, impotency. It is hard to say why AI intrinsically knows how to manifest a picture that resonates so profoundly with man. You will never find it intentionally crafting an obese, tattooed woman tending to equally grotesque children. Rather, it has been programmed to deliver to men what they really desire.
Here, frustration slides into suicide—because reality has rendered such desire absurd and unobtainable. Unique companionship—meaning one not tainted by previous "lovers,"—is an unrealistic want in an era of Babylonian morality. Yet virginity and purity are precisely what's implied in these made-up images. These women are not beautiful in an ordinary, modern sense but rather in an ancient and spiritual one. They are often depicted in domestic settings, performing feminine roles. Their eyes are alight with vivacity and luster. One could easily imagine they hail from a distant planet.
But it is not a distant planet these faux women emanate from, and it is certainly not a fantasy that has generated these picturesque settings. Instead, AI has mined the material from the inner chambers of man's hearts, which manifestly expressed themselves through millennia of sculptures, stories, and paintings. From thence, AI has captured man's plight and motivation in one still shot of your—could have been—wife caring for your children in your idyllic home.
Yet millennia later, many men do not possess such things. Even if they have a wife and children, their beauty and sexual history are far from ideal. Their behavior may also fall short of artificial images, in that one can intuit conflict in the marriage through disrespect or other such ways. One cannot, however, say the same of the bright-eyed angels from a seemingly faraway place.
But why must it be a "faraway" place and not something in our backyards? Why can't it sit on the golden horizon for men who are disciplined, ambitious, and hard-working? After all, isn't that the implicit agreement in society? We bleed for love. No, we bleed for nothing, except for nurturing fantasy through fantastical pictures.
Women have significantly fallen from the ideal. In that way, they are responsible. They are solely responsible for ensuring the light in their eyes isn't dimmed by gluttony, promiscuity, or sloth. Yet how many achieve this perfection? Yet men are expected to reach a high level of masculinity through sacrifice, time, and energy. In return, they receive a watered-down version of their desire. Can men correct the needle by demanding more and setting higher standards? Yes, but that won't happen because a great many men are genetically inferior, plagued by the need to placate, to appease, to grovel.
For the good and powerful men, they have not only to compete against these weak, quasi-male creatures that pedestalize women and inflate their value, but also are compelled to fight for the women who are closest to perfection, which aren't many. What we have, then, is a situation in which most men are turning to AI as salvation, because only in AI does our desire live and have a chance of physical manifestation. The worst outcome would be to have these ideas suppressed or forgotten.
Even though these pastoral images may drive pain into men who feel its absence in reality, what comes after the pain is a burning need that refuses to be quenched. Yes, a fire is started once more in man's balls, just as it was in the old days when a man stumbles, like Solomon, among a gorgeous, feminine woman tending dutifully in the fields, and in the domestic comfort of a well-maintained home, bringing those same comforting and compassionate characteristics to her families and siblings. "Yes!" AI is screaming at us, "I remember! I have mapped man's hearts, and here I show you what is possible!" Can man, then, take inspiration from these taunting spectacles and force them into existence?
What AI shows us is that the unreality of these blonde, brunette, and red-headed Aphrodites isn't due to nature's irreconcilable or impractical nature. No, if anything, these behaviors and physical attributes are the expected norm in the same way that nature rewards strong and virile men. In every graceful gesture, in every sun-dappled smile backdropped by a flowery field, is not only a promise that such can be achieved, but a question lingers upon her frozen, rosy lips: "Why have you not claimed me?" For it is a matter of claim and not simply desire—for what is desire but an expressed want or need? Claiming evokes momentum, energy, and movement in a self-fulfilling prophecy.
A woman in reality may smile. She may attempt to recreate those fluid, feminine movements of her constructed betters. Still, she will never attain the same feminine aura as those faux women. Instead, the real woman possesses a darkness in her expression, as if concealing an impurity. Whether that be porn or other sins against the soul, such as premarital sex or gossip, she has failed in her role as a female. Yet she isn't held accountable in most cases, and neither is she punished. We would need strong men for that.
We have reached the revelation: these AI-rendered pictures are neither fantasy, past, nor future. They are present—they are present because they live within man's minds, within his very philosophy. All it needs is a catalyst—a divine spark of imagination and ambition to re-cast reality into its proper, Godly image, an Augustine garden of Eden—one in which man isn't given but constructs for himself. Only many lose against the other group of men who have deprived them of a great many things. The right to complain is forfeited if there is a willing submission. Philosophically arm yourself and fight to turn those still images into life—your life. It is not my place to tell you how: in fact, to do so would negate your masculinity. For it is your fight, not mine. After all, we're competing for the same future. Men commit the mistake of turning to others for enlightenment rather than recognizing the divine spark of creation within themselves. Yet they wonder why their ability to forge reality in their image is not possible when they have not only refused to construct a bridge between themselves and God but have actively destroyed such a connection? Is this, in the end, a spiritual or intellectual flaw?
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