I AM NOT A CUCK.
The word is a fossil the fossil is a bird. Cuckoo, from French! "cucuault" from cocu: "the cuckoo." I love ornithology you say, I say, me too. I am taking the Kierkegaardian leap of faith here. The cuckoo does not build but the cuckoo deposits. She lays an egg in a smaller bird's nest, departs, and never returns and never thinks of it again and it's her egg the entire time. The reed warbler does not merely tolerate the chick, he proliferates it, he justifies it and feeds it. The chick is eight times its size and has shouldered the warbler's own eggs over the rim of its nest. The warbler perches on the head of a monster occupying its home and puts food into the nest until the warbler is exhausted. The cuckoo-cita's (read: mamacita, in form: mamacita's) abandoned chick is not the singular begging call but the biological engineering of a brood. It is a simulation and an overstimulation of abundance in its entirety. The warbler is not deceived about the chick, it is deceived about the quantity of appetite in the nest and works itself to death satisfying a recorded, parched hunger. The primordial cuckold is an organism laboring ecstatically to feed a simulation of appetite that has displaced its own offspring in a nest that it built with its own beak.
GENDERED LANGUAGE
Mater semper certa est. Pater semper incertus est. The juridical order is Geist's refusal to permit epistemic absence to remain merely absence and transfigure ignorance into institution. The Romans wrote it into law because law is sometimes built around the known-unknowns. The thing-in-itself is not the father but the certainty of fatherhood. It sits at the central core of our species. Everything is built: civilization itself and its facets (marriage, property, inheritance) around the hymen as a document. Patrilineage is obeyed to reduce the variance about the unknown and materialize it into a known number. Thus, civilization is built to answer a question that cannot be answered.
THERE COMES A TIME WHEN YOU'RE TALKING TO SOMEONE ON A HINGE DATE.
"DO YOU DO THIS OFTEN?"
Herodotus book one. Candaules, the GREAT KING, before Persia before Marathon, king of Lydia! is in love with his own life. This is stated as his flaw. He loves her so much that he cannot bear to know that her beauty is unknown. Her beauty needs to be unknown. He orders Gyges to hide behind the bedroom door and watch her nudity. Gyges refuses. He asks to be believed. Yet, the king insists and arranges the sightlines. He positions the man. When she sees him, she summons him the next day and asks him to either die or to establish his own phallus over the land. "Kill the King" and he does it. The Heraclid dynasty ends and the Mermnad begins. Croesus loses the empire to Cyrus and the wheels of the Historical Dialectic turn yet again to absolve the first political catastrophe in the first work of history. Just the man who wants a witness. There was no rival and Gyges didn't want her; Gyges said no but The KING FORCED him to look. Candaulism, the desire to expose your partner to the eyes of another.
"I'M GOING OUT WITH MY FRIENDS TONIGHT"
In book eight of Homer's Odyssey, Hephaestus learns that Ares is sleeping with Aphrodite and responds like the smithsman that he is, he forges a net of invisible chains and rigs it over the bed. He announces his departure and he waits as the trap springs and the entire history of the West looks in to watch the fornication. They laugh like hyenas with an unquenchable thirst and Apollo asks Hermes if he would like to be bound like that.
"BOUND ME TIGHTER" SAYS HERMES.
The cuckold builds the apparatus and purports that the telos are not justice but an audience to see the injustice. Neither does he want revenge nor does he want punishment all he wants is the gods to see. The first pornography is thereby commissioned by the Husband (Hephaestus: the blue-collar "works with his hands" man).
THIS LIFE AS YOU NOW LIVE IT AND HAVE LIVED IT, YOU WILL HAVE TO LIVE ONCE MORE AND INNUMERABLE TIMES MORE; AND THERE WILL BE NOTHING NEW IN IT.
Glaucon asks the hardest question in book 2 of Plato's republic — "Why be just if no one watches?" — and he needs an instrument, plucking Gyges out of the Underworld. The One ring makes you invisible but what does the invisible man do with it? He goes to the palace, seduces the queen, and kills the King in all realities. The ring makes you look without being looked at. Every technology since then has been an effort to re-forge the ring. We have re-forged the ring and it is in your hand and it has a battery and metal and chips and is so warm when you have used it for long.
YOU ARE A CUCK
The largest religion in the history of the species is founded on a man being told that the child is not his and it is humanity's redemption. The cuckold is humanity's absolution from evil and has delivered us from eternal sin. Joseph is not humiliated, he is sanctified and canonized by his faith. For raising the child of an un-gendered God personified as Him. Our Father who art in heaven.
RESSENTIMENT
Max Scheler works out in 1912 that it requires three conditions and they must be present simultaneously for the magik crucifix to bewitch its audience. First, a promise of equality. Not equality but the promise of the thing that must be declared, published and believed. We must be in the same Order of things (Genus, Species, ORDER). Second, inequality must still remain and must solve itself in the same way (in my opinion, refer to Girard). Third, impotence. Ressentiment is born of what comparison becomes when action is unavailable — the feeling of not being able to act that backs up and ferments in the dark for years. The problem of the aforementioned subject head, to poison the value of the thing. Since it cannot be had, it must be made contemptible and the man who cannot get does not conclude that he failed. On the other hand, he concludes it as never worth having. This is "insight." Falsification occurs before consciousness. He is a sincere man that is reporting accurately without any deception externally and internally. Organische Verlogenheit. The feed is algorithmically addressed to us.
PERVERTED EYE
He cannot know so he watches and the eye acts as compensation for the impossible unknowingness of knowledge. It has become the organ of a man squeezing himself through a window because he has been locked out of certainty. Watching does not work, however. A man cannot watch her for fifty years and never know and the eye will never be useful for answering the question but it will answer the internal self and the sensation of nearly answering yet. Civilization is watched and watches us in return through an organ that answers nothing.
MODERNISM ("THE MACHINE")
The machine has metastasized the anxiety because the anxiety was never about knowledge. The question was not epistemological but appetitive. The man never wants to know, he wants to look — and uncertainty is what made it the gamble worth looking into the void. The machine, having no uncertainty left to resolve, has manufactured its own input: "the uncertainty." I hate the man taller than me. I hate the man with a better body than mine. I hate the man with a bigger penis than mine. He sleeps with all the women I want to sleep with. The machine has produced the exclusion and uncertainty so effectively that it has forgotten how to produce the man in the first place. The number of men with many partners did not increase, the number of men with one partner decreased. Candaules has positioned Gyges behind the door but Gyges does not exist and Candaules is cucked by no one and feeds no one in the recording of its brood.
THERE COMES A TIME WHEN YOU'RE TALKING TO A GIRL.
"WHAT'S YOUR BODY COUNT?"
The only thing to understand is that man does not want her body as the physical existence is trivial. The cathexis of the question is the freedom to wield the body as desired. Only a free creature can give someone anything and therefore, freedom is the only possession worth having in the first place. Yet, it cannot be had. The instant freedom is possessed, it stops being free. Asking the question itself is a failure of the established social contract. The project that annihilates itself at the moment of its own success. Every man who has ever loved has run this experiment and every man has gotten the same result and no one has stopped running the experiment. This causes the libido to inch and crawl towards the past: a facet of life that is free in its purest terms and cannot be revised or attended or forgiven for having missed. The number is freedom in its most concentrated form as it is the region that definitionally precedes him. He was not there and he cannot get there. It is the one province of the woman that is permanently not His and now he asks her to read it aloud. Even though she is telling the truth, the number does not terminate the question as the apparatus receiving the number is corrupted. There has never been a number she could say that would please him. The Man does not want the count, "zero" being the worst of all as it is a wall that cannot be looked through in the first place. Watch as he gives it. The Man wants the circumstances and the room and if it was better. He is not interrogating her but rather commissioning a film while standing in his own kitchen with a clipboard. He does not want to have been there but rather he wants the memory of "it" to be ruined and unusable to her. She can only use him. Because he cannot enter her head, he must do it by remote. He cannot be cuckolded by the present and chooses to go into the past to be cuckolded by it and imagine a man who left her in 2023 and does not remember her name. He loves her and yet this Other cannot remember the name. Even though there is no one else and the entire theory is terminally absurd.
YOU ARE NOT A CUCK.
The MAN is not helpless but he chooses to be helpless. Helpless men lie down and wallow in their despair but this is the impetus of a man that works. The impetus of a man that searches, escalates, subscribes, tips, theorizes, and watches for several shifts a day. Paralysis is the feigned repentance that begets the helplessness and is used to justify a wretched "industry" of sorts. Thus, he is the hardest working man alive and his sole product is his own exclusion. From behind the door, nothing is His fault because the comparison is rigged and the algorithm is the Brahmastra-weapon that proves women are impossible and uncontrollable. The man is not a thing. I am not having sex is a fact about a free creature that could have been done otherwise and is unlivable and must be converted. However, I am the one who watches is a job and has a name and a title and 401k and a submission on the W-2 form. Not only is he the watcher but is also being made to watch. This paradox works itself even though he is the one who applies and interviews for the position and willingly positions himself in the manner to work there for the rest of his life. In doing so, cruelty takes the form of the torturer and victim. He builds the rival out of nothing because without it, there are no stories at all and not even shapes to hold or be told about.
EVERYTHING BECOMES CUCK PORN.