I believe I am one of the few men alive capable of raising a truly elite daughter.
And by elite, I do not mean a sloppy zombie who cannot properly think for herself, nor an arrogant bitch who cannot yield to a good man.
I mean a special third thing: a woman with the best virtues of man (as much as a woman's vessel is capable), combined with the best virtues of woman synthesised into a harmonious and elegant whole.
I would ensure this, for it is only by incorporating the best of man, she can become the best of women.
I would teach her devotion: what true love actually is, and how to love.
I would teach her how to distinguish narcissism from clean dominance, and how to punish and reject the former whilst appreciating without stigmatising the latter.
I would teach her to find virtue desirable and attractive, and to love and to cherish the boyish feminine purity found deepest within man's soul, rather than feel disgust or disdain for it.
I would teach her how to argue, think, lead and follow, and to do each of these things well.
I would teach her accountability, honour, and integrity, which means I would teach her ruthlessness to discipline herself, and to ground her propensity for misplaced and runaway compassion.
I would teach her how to appreciate tenderness without mistaking it for weakness, and how to discern righteous ruthlessness from tyranny.
I would teach her about divine union, the merging of souls, the importance of soul purity, and how to prepare and save herself for her husband.
I would teach her how to fight: physically and mentally. She will know shame, yet be resistant to the bullying of others without becoming one herself.
I would teach her how to be confident and bold, without becoming callous, reckless, or ugly.
I would teach her how to transmute her pain into power, without becoming resentful, or addicted to the intensity of her own pain.
She would learn the virtues of darkness, for I would teach her what it is to be dangerous without being cruel. To pursue, to hunt, to colonise, to capture - unlike most daughters, mine won't see herself as a victim, but as a hunter - a predator in the best of ways - a conqueror.
The erotic, and its implications for her development, would of course belong to her husband, because there is an entire domain beyond the father where a daughter must undergo her becoming as a woman without him.
She will outgrow me, as she should, and it would be my task to prepare her to do so beautifully, rather than keep her tethered to me for my selfish benefit. A girl's final place is with her husband, not her father. And so to fail to prepare her for him and keep her with me, would be a sin.
I have acquainted myself with the flaws of various types of women, for in our intimate conversations, I was an ardent student of the feminine: she spoke to me, and so I vigorously studied her. It is in this way I met different fathers, seeing how they gave form to her, taking sharp mental notes of wherever he failed.
Each failure is a blueprint of what not to do: what was done in excess, what was done too little, and what should never have been done at all.
Failure is not the exception, but the rule, for there are many failure points, and so the path to paradise is narrow.
My daughter will learn from the failures of all the men and women who came before her, observed and analysed by the power of my mind, condensed into my knowing, masterfully poured into her through my love.
Nothing will go to waste, for she will be the beneficiary of all my efforts: my intellect and agony equally.
Creating an elite woman is thus one of the noblest and hardest things a man can do - which is precisely why they are so rare.
But the return if one succeeds, is truly unimaginable - rather than a train wreck, one gets to witness the glory of a true masterpiece in all her potent grace and violent elegance represent you as she inhabits the world.
When you see a great man, you think: that is awesome.
But when you see a great woman, you almost fail to believe your eyes.
You think: "what the fuck is that? Truly, I must be hallucinating."
For you are gazing upon a creature so rare, so mythical, and so beautiful, that a good portion of adult women cosplay as her without resembling even a fraction of her.
To raise a muse is such a divine task to embark upon, for the hardest task is the best task, and therefore the most worthy task, is it not?
A father is condemned to some level of ingratitude, mischaracterisation, or resentment. Look for a girl without issues with her father. No matter how great the man nor how kind he was, you will find none. He was too ruthless. He was too soft. He didn't save you from your mistakes. He never let you make your own choices. He spoiled you too much. He failed to provide. "He did the best he could" - yes, but beneath that, there is always a gripe, and within that gripe, a yearning - a hunger to be soothed. This is the wound, and it is inevitable.
Most husbands are left with the mess caused by their wife’s father, and they pay for his sins through her dysfunction: every woman brings a father wound into her union.
My philosophy has reached a point where I believe this wound is unavoidable. It is more a structural feature than it is an avoidable bug, because the healing of the wound is itself foundational to the process of marital bonding - a bridge between souls if you will. It is only the nature and severity of the wound that differs. It's presence is a given.
And yet I believe if you do a great job, the wound will be minor. Having only typical feminine insecurities that can be quelled through reassurance and presence, as opposed to full scale soul rot or identity fragmentation.
And so to do a good job is to make the wound serviceable as a bonding vector for her with her future husband, to serve as a tool in the truest sense of the word, rather than as a spiritual straitjacket that hijacks her, and binds her to deprive her of true love in this world.
As a mere mortal man, I am far from perfect, and so in the fallibility of my mortality, I will surely err. And yet any man who marries a daughter of mine would feel blessed and privileged to have her, because he would see the greatness she embodies by my hand and her own.
He would feel thankful he gets to profit from the mind of a man dedicated to the skilful creation of a woman beyond anything he could ever dream of, that through her he gets to benefit from my purest pouring, that his lips alone come to taste such sweet nectar, sipping on ambrosia.
No daughter of mine would be a coward or a loser, because I would bend the very fabric of reality to prevent it. I will prepare her to be beautiful. I will prepare her to win.
The more a woman values freedom, the less she wants to listen to a man.
And the more a man values freedom, the less he wants to commit to a woman.
She must desire to be his more than she wishes to be free.
And he must desire to take care of her more than he wishes to be free.
To be masculine in a society that hates man is a radical act, because it is tantamount to the willingness to be hated. It is to reject and deny all social feedback mechanisms rewarding appeasement and self-denigration. It is the ultimate go fuck yourself - the quintessential no.
To be masculine in a society that hates man is a radical act, because it is tantamount to the willingness to be hated. It is to reject and deny all social feedback mechanisms rewarding appeasement and self-denigration. It is the ultimate go fuck yourself - the quintessential no.
Those frolicking amongst the flowers in their walled gardens are ill fit to render judgement against those fighting outside the walls to enable their delicate and enchanted lives.
You have sacrificed authority for ease. You know nothing. Your opinion is meaningless here.
Just remember, your brain was not designed to metabolise every bad thing happening everywhere all the time. That’s a path to misery. You’re not designed to give a shit about foreign politics, or an earthquake 5,000 miles away. You’re built to care for your people, and that’s it.
When your willingness for war is strong, everybody hides.
They won't meet you on the battlefield.
They will hide, avoid, placate.
The moment you want peace, you become the hunted.
Your meekness inspires them to challenge you.
Sun Tzu said it best: "appear weak when strong."
To rebel against unrighteous authority is virtuous, but to rebel against righteous authority is petulant.
If you view all authority as categorically bad, you are simply a child. No discernment.
When your willingness for war is strong, everybody hides.
They won't meet you on the battlefield.
They will hide, avoid, placate.
The moment you want peace, you become the hunted.
Your meekness inspires them to challenge you.
Sun Tzu said it best: "appear weak when strong."
To rebel against unrighteous authority is virtuous, but to rebel against righteous authority is petulant.
If you view all authority as categorically bad, you are simply a child. No discernment.
A man’s duties often call for patience, and with patience you can often extract valuable information and goodwill from otherwise hostile or unlikely sources. That being said, patience is limited, not all are worthy of it, and it does not come easily. Cultivating it is a muscle.
@OutsourcedAgai1 If you have some sense, can stand up for yourself, and a good sense of humour, you can get on with practically anyone. Tough enough not to register as prey, funny enough to be likeable.
A man must discipline himself, or he will come to ruin by nothing but the weakness of his own will - and what greater shame is there?
The psychic muscle must be trained… whenever there is a harder superior option and an easy convenient option, choose harder over and over again.
You can trust a logical woman because she doesn't just give into whim and vibe, but gives things proper thought, possesses a sense of order, and cares about structure, principle, sustainability and problem solving. And it is these things which are conducive to cooperation, long term planning and the sense that someone is serious, orderly, and more than just their feelings and sentiments, but in possession of a true thinking mind with real depth. She is present in a way that the irrational woman is absent.
And yet you can't trust a logical woman, because her eerie emphasis on pragmatism and absence of overwhelming intensity and failing restraint signifies a lack of devotion, and a devoted woman is not a measured problem solving woman. A logical woman is sterile, flattening and prone to erase the sacred in her calculations and thus lacks proper depth, because everything is kept at a distance from her as an equation to her, rather than a state to be ridden, embodied and intimately known. She is absent in a way the irrational woman is present.
A cold woman is reliable because she keeps her head straight for problem solving, but extremely unreliable because she is too pragmatic, calculating, and mercenary to be truly loyal. Her rationality signifies a lack of emotional attachment, in that she is driven primarily by optimisation and transactionality.
A burning woman is unreliable because she can't think clear enough or deep enough to optimally problem solve, but she is reliable because she is loyal, devoted and bound to her man. Her irrationality signifies her willingness to transcend herself and become more herself, by serving something higher than herself she recognises as part of herself.
The wrong move is to conclude women are categorically uninvestable because irrespective of rational capacity, there is an intolerable flaw (and so you must pick your poison). It is the instinct of the logic dominant man to collapse paradox into a binary with a false conclusion, when the paradox is the point. In a sufficiently great woman, both end points exist in flux, and it is the dance between them which produces a state of generative tension.
The whole being greater than the sum of its parts, as it were. Her contradiction properly integrated into service rather than internal civil war makes her soul denser, more potent, more beautiful.
The great woman then is neither entirely rational, despite a deep capacity for rationality, nor entirely emotional, despite a deep capacity for devotion.
She is the most beautiful, orderly chaos, oscillating to her own rhythm, on her own frequency - a true soul embodying the truth of her soul.
The best thing you can do to improve is get comfortable with ugliness, and develop a willingness to listen to anything negative. Invite criticism, and prepare to be shredded. Bask in the brutality of it all, then evaluate your feedback for utility. This is your medicine.
Whilst brainwashing my daughter to be goated, I will teach her that "independence" in the popular sense of the word is really just a euphemism for "husbandlessness" - that those "independent women" are all husbandless women, because to be married is not to be independent, but interdependent.
I will tell her you are your own person, yes, but not only that, because you are also their person, and there is a greater beauty in this than idolising the pathological selfishness of living for yourself and nothing greater. I will tell her you receive the most when you give the most, but that she must be mindful of who she gives to and not let people exploit the light in her, but that when she finds someone safe to give her light to, it will fill her with a joy like no other - a joy she could never know alone.
I will tell her that women are not meant to be alone, and that all the glorification of it is cope by women who have, for various reasons, failed in this life. We can pity them, but ultimately we must ignore them and not accept their rhetoric, lest they lead others down the doomed path they have walked.
I will tell her husbandlessness is something that happens to loser women, who let government propaganda, aggrievement, pride, or fear destroy their capacity to cooperate with, appreciate and create beauty with a man in this life.
I will help her walk the narrow path between developing her mind and gifts, and taking care of the man who longs to take care of her. I will show her that she does not need to reject man to avoid becoming consumed by him, but that she can simply be her own woman whilst also being his woman, because to be her best self will come from being his.
I won't let her believe that the love that would give more to her than anything else, is somehow oppressive, limiting or stealing from her - she will know that whatever it costs, it will yield more than ten times in dividends.
Essentially, I will prepare her to avoid the doom that has befallen millions of perpetually aggrieved, lonely, regretful, twisted, sad and angry women.
Misery loves company, but they cannot have hers.
I cannot save them all. But I can save her. And I will endure any and all degree of name calling, smearing and hostility to do so, if that is what it takes to give her the best chance in this life.
I can clearly see in my mind, vividly and lucidly, precisely what paths are to be avoided. I see many, many, many different psychological traps and pitfalls scattered in front of her life's trajectory, and I would have her avoid all of those that would irreversibly desecrate her sacred soul.
Whilst brainwashing my daughter to be goated, I will teach her that "independence" in the popular sense of the word is really just a euphemism for "husbandlessness" - that those "independent women" are all husbandless women, because to be married is not to be independent, but interdependent.
I will tell her you are your own person, yes, but not only that, because you are also their person, and there is a greater beauty in this than idolising the pathological selfishness of living for yourself and nothing greater. I will tell her you receive the most when you give the most, but that she must be mindful of who she gives to and not let people exploit the light in her, but that when she finds someone safe to give her light to, it will fill her with a joy like no other - a joy she could never know alone.
I will tell her that women are not meant to be alone, and that all the glorification of it is cope by women who have, for various reasons, failed in this life. We can pity them, but ultimately we must ignore them and not accept their rhetoric, lest they lead others down the doomed path they have walked.
I will tell her husbandlessness is something that happens to loser women, who let government propaganda, aggrievement, pride, or fear destroy their capacity to cooperate with, appreciate and create beauty with a man in this life.
I will help her walk the narrow path between developing her mind and gifts, and taking care of the man who longs to take care of her. I will show her that she does not need to reject man to avoid becoming consumed by him, but that she can simply be her own woman whilst also being his woman, because to be her best self will come from being his.
I won't let her believe that the love that would give more to her than anything else, is somehow oppressive, limiting or stealing from her - she will know that whatever it costs, it will yield more than ten times in dividends.
Essentially, I will prepare her to avoid the doom that has befallen millions of perpetually aggrieved, lonely, regretful, twisted, sad and angry women.
Misery loves company, but they cannot have hers.
I cannot save them all. But I can save her. And I will endure any and all degree of name calling, smearing and hostility to do so, if that is what it takes to give her the best chance in this life.
I can clearly see in my mind, vividly and lucidly, precisely what paths are to be avoided. I see many, many, many different psychological traps and pitfalls scattered in front of her life's trajectory, and I would have her avoid all of those that would irreversibly desecrate her sacred soul.