Rollo has a new article titled, The Red Pill Path. It is primarily concerned with the concept of truth and the journey to discover such truth as regards the interpersonal behavior of men and women.
In a praxeological context, the Red Pill is a ‘loose science’ concerned with the understanding of the underlying motivators of why we do what we do as men and women. It doesn’t get everything right, but it does ask the right questions. It’s these questions that make believers uncomfortable. The beauty of The Red Pill as a praxeology is that we get to write those questions and conclusions down in pencil, not ink, to be erased and edited as new information changes them.
In other words, we’re finding this stuff out, experimenting with this, challenging that, and attempting to come up with underlying concepts that hold up when faced with brutal reality.
The red pill community has been around online for over fifteen years. That’s a lot of time and a very great deal of back and forth argument, all committed ultimately to finding out what works and what doesn’t. What is truth and what is just feelings. This finding out truth business is an extraordinarily difficult and convoluted task. And here we’re talking about just a single aspect of truth which is how women and men relate to one another.
Rollo goes on in his article to examine how ideology creeps into the equation when the act of approaching truth challenges people in such a way that they cannot deal with the discomfort that this causes. It is far easier to turn around the truth and mold it so as to better fit in with an individual’s ingrained beliefs that are integral to the survival of their ego. This is where all of the back and forth arguments spring from; the majority of people are self-invested in making their case because they cannot psychologically handle losing. In this case, to lose is to die.
Subjective realities muddy the path to truth. And you don’t need much dirt to make pristine water filthy.
Today is Easter Sunday. Exactly one year ago I went back to Church. I did it out of desperation. I did it because I had nowhere else to turn. And sitting there that day listening to the service, a new idea came to me. It had been 35 years since the last time I had been in a church service, so in effect this was the first time that I had sat in church as an adult; an adult that had spent the past 20 years on a serious search for truth and to remake myself.
In other words, I was sitting there both as a tentatively not so stupid man, but also as an open book. And what I received was an awareness of truth.
Over the next few months I began to examine random passages from the bible. When someone would quote a bible passage I took the time to look it up, to examine it, to read background information relating to the relevant passage. Time and time again what I discovered was truth. Truth written in such a way that no argument could be brought to bear against it.
And this was when I began to understand. Consider for a moment just how hard it is to write a sentence of philosophical truth. A single sentence that nobody could dispute over two thousand years. And then take that and compound it into the bible, an entire book of truths, set out and collected and unassailable from counter argument. I mean, it’s just unbelievable.
So that’s when I finally knew. In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
When I read an article like Rollo’s it gives me satisfaction on several levels. I enjoy the discovery and application of truth that we battle with on our blogs and podcasts and in our books. But ultimately I draw a feeling of peace and satisfaction because I am reminded at how this has already been done for us, and that all we have to do is to read the words with this awareness in mind.
I am happy that I chose Easter as my first adult experience of the Church, as this way I always know when it was that I really began my journey on the path of truth. Even though for many of us this year we are unable to physically celebrate Easter Mass in person, for me it is enough to know. That gives me comfort.
A Happy Easter to all.