You are not insane.

When you first awakened, Moldbug's chick in the egg-

When the shell finally parted before your beak and you stepped forth for your down to dry-

When you drew your first breath, opened your eyes-

-And realised how wide, how bright, how terrifying this new world was beyond the confines of the one you'd left behind-

Whether you embrace the unknown or seek to flee back into the now-broken egg-

You ask yourself: am I insane?

Am I the only one who sees the the world the way it truly is?



You ask yourself if you're knurd, to put it in Pratchett's words:

On the same basis, a state of knurdness isn't like sobriety. By comparison, sobriety is like having a bath in cotton wool. Knurdness strips away all illusion, all the comforting pink fog in which people normally spend their lives, and lets them see and think clearly for the first time ever. Then, after they've screamed a bit, they make sure they never get knurd again. - Sourcery, Terry Pratchett.

Surely all those other people can't be wrong, right? Everyone going about their humdrum lives, following the official narrative, too gullible, comfortable, afraid or stupid to ask the hard questions.

Before, the awakened would more than likely have languished alone, the crazy old bastard or biddy up on the hill, living alone because everyone in "respectable" society shunned them. Now, we can find the others far more easily that it was ever possible to. We can talk to each other, discuss our ideas, compare notes. We can observe reality, we can determine things empirically and duplicate the experiments and experiences of others, build upon the accrued knowledge of those who came before us, stand on the shoulders of our elders.

And then you realise: you are not insane.

You are not alone, either.

To put it in the Captain's words: it's not that we're extra smart, it's that the masses are dumb.

And that is the greatest, most powerful realisation. Repeat after me:

You are not insane. You are not alone. We are heavily outnumbered and outgunned, but we are neither insane nor alone.

For all the left's bleating about "diversity"...

We have atheists, agnostics, theists. We have homosexuals like Jack Donovan and Nationalist Pony who are being sickened at the faggots the Cathedral has made out of the men they used to love, for being men.  We have HBD theorists, Edenists, all sorts of crazy kooks with wild, amazing ideas that are shut out because they're not PC enough...

There is a growing sentiment amongst certain young men like me, Nationalist Pony, Graaagh, and others, a sentiment that is even shared by some of the Gen Xers:

Let it all burn. Please, let it all burn, and the sooner, the better.

One of my deepest fears is that I will not live long enough to see a restoration of humanity or even the beginnings thereof. That I will die hopeless and uncertain. That the approximately 55 years of life I have left on this world are not enough for the tide to have turned.


With all the dark clouds gathering on the horizon, a time of heroes is coming. Of homesteaders and wanderers. Men and women committed to the side of civilisation, as opposed to the cult of death. Suffering and scarcity breeds heroism in a few, and as for the zombie masses...they can devour each other for all I care.

Heroes need their feet grounded in reality and their heads in the light.

We're not insane.

We're not alone.

We're finding each other.

It is a wondrous realisation.