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Anonymous ID: JIZ3Y5JF/pol/510886948#510886948
7/20/2025, 4:30:13 PM
Men are not vanishing - they are retreating. From relationships, from institutional demands, from collective obligation. Not by cowardice, nor nihilism, nor weakness - but by sacred refusal to collude with a world that has hollowed out the feminine into parody, and severed eros from its mythic root.

This retreat is not a conscious movement toward soul, for most men have not heard of soul. It is not a deliberate descent into myth, for most don't remember the myths. And yet it happens. Everywhere.

Men retreat not in search of the feminine within - but in search of refuge. They turn away from real relationships, work, education, not because they hate women, but because the outer feminine - devoid of beauty, of function, of soul - has become unrecognizable. And if given a choice between emptiness and the parody, they choose emptiness. They choose nothing rather than violate what remains of their inner integrity.

But it is there, in the void, that the great possibility stirs.

Even if they do not name her, do not know her, have never met her - still, within that emptiness, the anima awaits.

She does not need to be reimagined, reengineered, or "updated". She does not ask to be made familiar to the modern psyche. She need only be seen. Once. As she is. In the dark. Without distortion. Without irony. Without demand.

This act of remembering - is enough.

Because where culture collapses, myth re-emerges. And where men descend into the silence beneath language, soul prepares its next eruption. The anima was never meant to be found in daylight; she is born in shadow, dwells in dream, and speaks first through absence.

So let it be said: true virtue is born in darkness.

And when men meet her there - not as escape, not as fantasy, but as a reawakening - they will return. Not as obedient citizens of a broken world, but as bearers of the fire: visionaries, warriors, poets, and builders - not of new systems, but of meaningful life.

This is not disappearance, it's gestation.
Anonymous ID: NFVqhn/OHungary /pol/510632532#510633080
7/17/2025, 4:58:22 PM
the pecking order among women's social hierarchies is more important than what men think, men will fuck anything with a hole anyways
Anonymous ID: BVcZr/+ZLithuania /pol/510028983#510028983
7/10/2025, 8:26:38 PM
Sex is not just an act. It is a ritual.

Not affection, not desire, not even love. It is fusion - ontological, and also irreversible. A moment when two Selves join into one. That is why sex has never been casual. Eros, at its core, is Ontic and dangerous.

What we once called “marriage” was never just a ceremony or a paper. It was a vessel to contain a psychological fusion: sex joins what cannot easily be un-joined. The ritual mattered not for God or society, but because it reshaped the Soul. You cannot enter and leave another’s body without consequence. You give a piece of your Self away - and it doesn’t return.

Modernity thinks sex belongs to the Self. But freedom without Ontology is unstable. So people fracture - bed to bed, Self to Self - re-enacting sacred rituals without meaning. The exchange still happens - they feel it as flesh and emotion - but it evaporates a piece of them, spends it, without containment or preservation.

Then they wonder why they break and can't mate anymore. Why love fades. Why the Self loses shape.
Too many fusions, and the vessel fractures. Too many partial deaths, and the psyche evaporates into smoke.

Chastity is not purity. It’s preservation. Not repression, but refusal to waste your limited psychic integrity outside of a form that would contain it. Every bond leaves a mark. The fewer you’ve made, the more you're still able to. First love is powerful not because it’s sweet, but because the soul is whole - it still has a lot to give.

Casual sex fails not because it feels bad - but because it removes weight of your Soul. Like lighting a fire but no embers remain. The act is still sacred. But the world has forgotten how to hold it in place.

This is the cost of forgetting the Self.
Sex was never meant to entertain. It was meant to remake/wound/transfigure you. And it still does.
Whether you care or not - it doesn’t ask. It just does. And one who has been transfigured too much does not feel human anymore.
Anonymous ID: jCSs2QUdLithuania /pol/509926960#509926960
7/9/2025, 5:37:25 PM
Sex is not just an act. It is a ritual.

Not affection, not desire, not even love. It is fusion - ontological, and also irreversible. A moment when two Selves join into one. That is why sex has never been casual. Eros, at its core, is Ontic and dangerous.

What we once called “marriage” was never just a ceremony or a paper. It was a vessel to contain a psychological fusion: sex joins what cannot easily be un-joined. The ritual mattered not for God or society, but because it reshaped the Soul. You cannot enter and leave another’s body without consequence. You give a piece of your Self away - and it doesn’t return.

Modernity thinks sex belongs to the Self. But freedom without Ontology is unstable. So people fracture - bed to bed, Self to Self - re-enacting sacred rituals without meaning. The exchange still happens - they feel it as flesh and emotion - but it evaporates a piece of them, spends it, without containment or preservation.

Then they wonder why they break and can't mate anymore. Why love fades. Why the Self loses shape.
Too many fusions, and the vessel fractures. Too many partial deaths, and the psyche evaporates into smoke.

Chastity is not purity. It’s preservation. Not repression, but refusal to waste your limited psychic integrity outside of a form that would contain it. Every bond leaves a mark. The fewer you’ve made, the more you're still able to. First love is powerful not because it’s sweet, but because the soul is whole - it still has a lot to give.

Casual sex fails not because it feels bad - but because it removes weight of your Soul. Like lighting a fire but no embers remain. The act is still sacred. But the world has forgotten how to hold it in place.

This is the cost of forgetting the Self.
Sex was never meant to entertain. It was meant to remake/wound/transfigure you. And it still does.
Whether you care or not - it doesn’t ask. It just does. And one who has been transfigured too much does not feel human anymore.
Anonymous ID: dlAPEjaGLithuania /pol/509839096#509839096
7/8/2025, 5:52:18 PM
Sex is not just an act. It is a ritual.

Not affection, not desire, not even love. It is fusion - ontological, and also irreversible. A moment when two Selves join into one. That is why sex has never been casual. Eros, at its core, is Ontic and dangerous.

What we once called “marriage” was never just a ceremony or a paper. It was a vessel to contain a psychological fusion: sex joins what cannot easily be un-joined. The ritual mattered not for God or society, but because it reshaped the Soul. You cannot enter and leave another’s body without consequence. You give a piece of your Self away - and it doesn’t return.

Modernity thinks sex belongs to the Self. But freedom without Ontology is unstable. So people fracture - bed to bed, Self to Self - re-enacting sacred rituals without meaning. The exchange still happens - they feel it as flesh and emotion - but it evaporates a piece of you, spends it, without containment or preservation.

Then they wonder why they break and can't mate anymore. Why love fades. Why the Self loses shape.
Too many fusions, and the vessel fractures. Too many partial deaths, and the psyche evaporates into smoke.

Chastity is not purity. It’s preservation. Not repression, but refusal to waste your limited psychic integrity outside of a form that would contain it. Every bond leaves a mark. The fewer you’ve made, the more you're still able to. First love is powerful not because it’s sweet, but because the soul is whole - it still has a lot to give.

Casual sex fails not because it feels bad - but because it removes weight of your Soul. Like lighting a fire but no embers remain. The act is still sacred. But the world has forgotten how to hold it in place.

This is the cost of forgetting the Self.
Sex was never meant to entertain. It was meant to remake/wound/transfigure you. And it still does.
Whether you care or not - it doesn’t ask. It just does. And one who has been transfigured too much does not feel human anymore.