/lit/ - Literature

Finally, and w/r/t Peterson and mimetics: this is my intimation of his own intimations. Pic related. Suffering and discordancy awaits.

>The blue pill is a radioactive cancerous oozing poison that feels good.

>The red pill is a vital nutrient that feels like a searing knife.

But there is no true red pill, of course, just as the blue pill is simply an unawareness of the existence of pills. The imitation of the One in this sense is never perfect and always flawed - hence the chaos and uncertainty. Like the Tao, the Passion is one of those things that cannot be imitated *perfectly.* Perfection, like truth, is an error. Only imperfectly can the thing be done. Which is perhaps to do it perfectly in a way we can't know. And so on.

Thus shitposted Girardfag.
>ok so now you can kys right
>you seem impatient inner self
>i wanna be a werewolf cowboy on the moon
>uh-huh
>and then i want to be an evil draconic debt cloud and devour the sun
>i know. everybody knows

See you on level 2 gents.