Why is this tweaker LARPing as a christcuck all of a sudden? Did he seriously get oneshotted by Dugin's Kremlin propaganda that masquerades as "deep theology"?
>>25505482>christcuck Why does everyone who uses this word always turn out to be an Indian?
>>25505482He's not a christcuck, he just thinks the KJB contains the signature of a higher intelligence, possibly from the future, possibly an artificial superintelligence, accessible to those versed in Alphanumeric Qabbala. He says it's something with sufficient cognitive superiority to hide its nature from us. He thinks history is providential, guided by Higher Powers. He also has hinted at having met or communicated with entities, angelic, demonic, alien, whatever.
>>25505507Land is an obscurist fag not brave enough to just put his schizo ideas out there in plain English. Not like James Cameron did it via Terminator anyway. What a hack.
>>25505488I thought it was trannies.
>>25505482>Christian-Putinism bad. >Dugan dum>Yarvin GOOOD>>25505488>Everyone I don't like IS Indian!>Yes I can see through the internet!Another schizo thread for the nutter>>25505507But it only contains the signature of old English royalty. He a nutter.
>>25505547Either/or. Kierkegaard >>25505562Meds. Now.
>>25505572>Either/or was actually by Indians!
>>25505488Vatnik sis, we can't be racist towards jeets cuz they're on our team..................
>>25505482these kind of questions worded in this kind of way signals fatherless faggotry
>>25505507LARP. Land sperged the fuck out when that one guy went on Tucker and claimed he (Land) was communicating with demons or whatever.
>>25505507Sounds like he's mistaking the quality of the work with its societal impact, which is classic Land.
>>25505488>Why does [something that never happens] always happen?
>>25505482Is he? I think he's just simping for the Jews, I've seen no evidence he's become a Christian.
>>25505507Nick Land for all his worship of Anglo rationality made his philosophy to be the most obscurantist continental vomit.
>>25505482I thought his entire thing was that he's an atheist.
>>25505488Because this board is dead.>>25505547Trannies use it as a oneoff ad hominem, Indians use it all the time, especially in the beginning of sentences. >T. Used Xigger
>>25505482Meme answer: there is no point in snide remarks. This is just a classic example of a normative authority argument and Land inherited "Hegelian brain cancer".Serious answer? Unilateral shifts in social contract theory is something Rousseau addressed but no one else really touched upon. >I prefer liberty with danger over peace with slavery.What if I offered you slavery with danger?
>>25506022" “What are you doing?” Scruggs asked, drawn into the labyrinth. He peered at the illustration, where the coiling threads of abstraction converged upon a representational image. It was a human figure, minimalized to a few crude lines, falling. “Is that Bobby?” he asked.Zodh nodded. “Crossing,” he noted, gravely. Then, lightening suddenly: “Look. Lent it to him.” He was pointing to the only part of the figure captured with even nominal representational fidelity – a T-shirt, bearing the legible logo ‘89’. “Gone now.”“Goddamn you to Hell,” Scruggs exploded. “What the *fuck*?”Zodh smiled. “Us,” he whispered, at the edge of audibility. “Goddamn *us*, all way down.” He pointed at another figure, more peripheral, its head wreathed in some mad halo, that might have been black fire, or thorns. “All the way down,” he repeated. “Into the *bottomless pit*.”The reference to scripture struck Scruggs dumb. He was no longer convening with Zodh, now, but with something else – something that had seized upon Zodh, and was using him as a channel. Scruggs deflected his gaze heavenwards, subtly but unmistakably, as if searching for some spectral indications that had not arisen from the abyss. He found none, apparently, because his expression hardened.Zodh had not finished – he had scarcely begun.“When your savior reached out to you across the gulf, he looked – just for moment – like …”“Shut the fuck up,” Scruggs snapped. “You know nothing about this.”I had no doubt, then, that the exact opposite was true.“Don’t lie,” I said, stripping as much hostility from the words as I could.He stared at me coldly and silently – ashamed. Whatever Zodh had been saying, it was the message he didn’t want to let out, but it had escaped now. Within seconds – minutes at the most – we would know.“Why do you care?” he mumbled, eventually.“About Jesus? Or the other guy?”“It isn’t what you think.”“What do I think?”“The serpent is the redeemer,” Zodh interrupted, in perfect English. He had to have been quoting something. It was enough. “He who descended into the ultimate depths, fathoming damnation to its end, in order to salvage us – Our Lord of the Phosphorescent Abyss.” The passion and the harrowing of Hell had become indistinguishable, on the way to something worse.“Christ,” I muttered, as comprehension dawned, the words aimed less *at* Scruggs than into his vicinity. “He’s calling you a Satanist.” "(Chasm 2015)
>>25505482>Why is this tweaker LARPing as a christcuck all of a sudden?>>25505507>angelic, demonic, alien, whatever" “You know the gatekeeper to the bottomless pit? You have story of Zom in your country?” Zodh asked.“That’s what? Some Guam heathen shit?” Scruggs asked in return. The insult was meant to block enquiry. He wasn’t interested. He had all the stories he needed – far more now.“Not from Guam,” Zodh replied, earnestly. “Came to Guam, on a boat. Long time ago.”“There’s a story?” I asked, feeding.“Yes,” Zodh beamed, crookedly. An ancient wiliness pranced behind his eyes. “Old story. Maybe the oldest in the world.”Letting the ludicrous exaggeration pass uncontested, I waited for more. I’d counted on my interest driving Scruggs away, and it worked. He drifted off and disappeared into the cabin.“Odz was lost in her own spell. Kao raged for the final war. So Zom turned her back on the world, which meant that the last days had come.” It wasn’t exactly ‘once upon a time’, but the rhythm was somehow similar. “The fishermen who had long tormented her sleep were gathered in their boats, above, with their nets and spears. She reached up to catch them, and drag them down. The scene was terrible. ‘Look, there are eight monsters attacking us,’ the men cried, as they drowned. ‘No, there is just one,’ said the village witch, who was watching from the beach. ‘That which seems multiple connects beneath the surface.’ Her voice was not loud, and few heard it.”I thought he’d finished, but he hadn’t, quite.“Above, there were many screams. Below, a single murmur. There aren’t so many things in the world,” he said. “There are only several.” "
