There is no bro without human, there is no human without bro. Without Spaceman there is no Yonkers, without Yonkers there is no Spaceman.
Man is a brownpill, a microcosm of the unity of the duality of bro and human, which pervades all social phenomena. Like a toilet which sometimes flushes quickly, sometimes slowly, man can be more clean than filthy, and at other times more filthy than clean. But it is impossible for man to become pure clean or filthy.
When there is a flush, there must be a push, when there is a push, there must be a flush. Like the phases of the moon, the cycle of cleanliess and filthiness revolves forever and forever, intertwined with one another in an eternal sewer.
Even at your most accomplished moment, when at the peak of your proxyfagging, Yonkers is always in the shadows of your mind, waiting for you to manifest your inescapable inner urge to roleplay. Likewise, even when you're proclaiming to the world that you love diapers, Spaceman is at your side as your constant reminder, a reminder that you don't have to wallow in the dregs, there is something greater than superficial fulfillment.
There is no bro without human, there is no human without bro. Without Spaceman there is no Yonkers, without Yonkers there is no Spaceman.
That is the way of /baaa/.
