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mail@osaigbovo.xyz (Osaigbovo Omere) — Thu, 30 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000

My timeline regularly fills with an absolutism that genuinely vexes me. People typing out rigid, marketable definitions of highly complex human states with the unearned certainty of a prophet. “Happiness comes from caring more about people.” “Happiness is choosing to see light.”

It is all bullshit.

They deliberately corrupt the category out of pure terror. Stripped of poetic nonsense and religious overlay, happiness, joy, or release is strictly mechanical. It occurs when an organism successfully executes its specific drive state and unburdens its tension.

To a nymphomaniac, sex is happiness. To a true academic, learning is happiness. To a semi-brainwashed human, reproducing is happiness. To a psychopath, killing is happiness. To a systems administrator, a perfectly structured environment is happiness.

The inputs cross every conceivable moral boundary. The mechanical result remains identical. An immediate, overwhelming release for the actor.

People hate this. Acknowledging that biology lacks a built-in moral compass leaves them completely alone in the void, forced to define their own existence without the comfort of a universal scorecard. To escape that terrifying autonomy, they smash a subjective chemical state into a thought-terminating cliché, package it as a pro-social achievement, and lock themselves securely inside it. Mass-produced cowardice masquerading as wisdom.

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