The true horror of our generation isn't the coming mass unemployment, or the coof-authoritarianism, or hyper-ideological normies. No. The true horror, the ultimate source of suffering which we alone have faced, is to be surrounded by that which we long for more than anything, but to never be able to fully grasp it.
Like Gondola, we can see our dreams, our greatest fantasies, but never touch them. We can immerse ourselves in the mutual fantasies of love, kindness, and attentiveness that we all share, but they will forever be behind an ethereal veil. We can never puncture it, only push ourselves against it, trying in vein to feel the warmth that is promised just beyond.
But the longer we wrap ourselves in that veil, the colder and harsher reality becomes. We hide away from the icy, uncaring mistress that is the real world, it can rot for all we care, but such denials come at a cost. If we hide for too long, we lose our ability to face it at all. We become trapped in our own desires, to be tormented eternally by that which we could never have. The rules of society and nature preclude men like us from such delights as pure, honest love, but like Tantalus, we cannot help but reach out, to try to quench our thirst, only to be mocked for our obvious hubris.
(You) will never cuddle Kiki. (You) will never propose to her, and see the absolute delight upon her face, as all at once the future the two of you would share flashed across her mind. (You) will never take Kiki to the hospital, after her water breaks, and hold her hand as she brings your beautiful daughter into the world. (You) will never walk with her and your daughter, the three of you holding hands, swinging your adorable little girl between you, without a care in the world. (You) will never celebrate your ten year anniversary together, just her and your three blessed daughters, reminiscing on all the wonderful times you've spend together.
(You) will never know her. (You) will never be happy. (You) will never be loved.
Embrace the suck, Cham/pyon/s.
