Indeed, the entire cosmos was but an Image of an ultracosmic and transcendental Idea or constellation of Ideas.

To see the houshold flock around the fire, The children listening to the taleful Sire, To hear the song— harmless sports to join, Live o'er past days, and call these blessings mine!

One of the unfortunate outcomes of a red pill awakening (i.e. to learn the true nature of men, women, our culture's abject gynocentrism) is red pill rage: anger at the raw deal dealt to men by unconstrained gynocentrism and a sexual market place that is far too risky for an awakened man to tolerate.

He's usually in a good mood — the operative word there being usually. Today was a disaster.