Morality has been a big issue for me throughout my years.

It began in 11th grade Latin class when we were studying Plato’s Allegory of the Cave, the story from which The Matrix was born.

A short version of Plato’s allegory begins with us imagining that we’re sitting on the floor of a dark cave.

In front of us, great shapes move across the wall. We cannot move our bodies or our heads as they are fastened in place by chains and straps.

As you can imagine, we would spend our days talking about the shapes on the wall. We would craft stories about their intentions and make up their histories.

Now imagine that you are released from the chains holding you in place. You stand up and find that the shapes are cast by puppeteers making shapes in front of a great fire. You begin to walk up out of the cave and see a light in the distance. Brighter than anything you’ve ever seen before.

As you approach the light, your eyes burn; more than they ever have before.

Eventually your eyes adjust to the harsh light and you begin to see an entire world out of the cave. There are deer running through a forest and the blue sky shines above.

Excited, you run back into the cave. You approach your chained compatriots and tell them about the truth of the world. How the shapes are actually shadows cast by a fire, and that you’re all really in a cave in a small part of the entire world!

They look back at you with squinted eyes, laughing and cursing at your story.

“How dare you lie to us with these fanciful stories about our Gods!”

Your friends, people you’ve shared your entire life with, cast you away as nothing more than trash.

After learning about this story, my Latin teacher had said that it is the duty of Enlightened to teach others about the reality of the world, even at the cost of becoming a pariah; or on the extreme end, death, as with the great Socrates.

And so my quest for teaching others began…

I had begun an after-school leadership class about leadership for my friends at school. After many weeks of presenting to a classroom of my friends, one of them approached me saying that he wished he had my intense drive for self-improvement.

I told him that I would help him become whoever he wanted to be. I said I would take him to the gym and lift right alongside him; be his personal coach and mentor.

I made one of the greatest mistakes of my life, and learned one of the greatest lessons life has to teach that day.

My friend, just like the chained ones in the cave, cast me out of his life. I was too pushy, too excited to help him become the greatest version of himself I thought he could be.

I learned that day, that people will not change anything in their lives until they cannot maintain anymore.

You see, change takes effort; and as long as you are able to maintain your current lifestyle, no matter how rough it may be, people will not change until they have no other options.

This lesson reminded me of the Allegory of the Cave.

I thought back to my Latin teacher telling us it is the duty of the enlightened to attempt to enlighten others; but I also thought of the puppeteers. I thought of the man who escaped the cave, only to return to his friends and be cast away for it.

This led me to the conclusion that being the cast-away is not worth it. I decided I would not be a Socrates that day.

This realization led me to question the point of conventional morality; Bible morality. You know, the Ten Commandments and all of that jazz.

If you break down the Ten Commandments, and all of the rest of conventional morality, you’ll find that it is designed as a form of community control.

It’s designed to keep those out of the morality control, in control; and those in the loop of morality control complacently contributing to the best interests of the community.

Morality is designed to keep humans as cattle, content to follow the whims of the cattle drivers. Morality is the shapes on the wall, with the rest of the world out there hidden from the masses.

Coming to this conclusion sent me on a deep spiral of depression. What was the point of being a good, moral person? Why should I help anyone but myself when those who blatantly drop morality are immensely more successful?

Guys who are “Jerks” have girls begging to be with them. People who are narcissistic, not humble, are attractive. Bullies are worshipped. This world confused me…

I began my quest to become a puppeteer.

I eventually ran into the concept of Machiavellianism. Machiavellianism is the employment of cunning and duplicity in statecraft or in general conduct; or, in simple terms, manipulation.

I read everything I could find about social skills, manipulation, and life success.

I learned of the concept of the Dark Triad from u/IllimitableMan of Human characteristics (Psychopathy, Narcissism, and Machiavellianism), and how a majority of the most successful people in the world score highly in Dark Triad traits.

I found over and over that to be successful, in many situations, is to be immoral.

Yet, something still bothered me. I was trapped by a lifetime of programming that Good is good, and that Bad is bad. I wanted desperately to find a moral system that made sense to me, and still brought success out of following it.

One day, I was reading an interesting post here on TheRedPill, and someone made a comment that changed my life.

I can’t remember who it was, or what exactly they said; but it was something along the lines of, “You will never find a morality that is Logical. It’s illogical by nature. Therefore, you need to define a system that you can live with, and live by it.”

Wow.

My mind finally had all of the circular thoughts about morality come crashing in, and with it, a definition of a morality that works for me.

The Survival of the Ableist

I call my moral system, The Survival of the Ableist.

I base it a lot off of Darwin’s Survival of the Fittest.

It could be summed by saying, “If you are able to do something; physically, mentally, and emotionally; and you want to, then fucking do it.”

As an extreme example; if you are able to successfully plan a murder, commit it, and escape other equally brilliant human beings literally hunting you like a rabid dog, AND feel fine about it; then fucking do it. You are one fine specimen of humanity, and you deserve your success.

If you are a professional marketer and you are able to, using your mind, manipulate millions of people to buy your product; then you deserve the 7 figure salary you’ve earned.

If you are a bachelor, and you are able to attract a married woman and get her to cheat on her husband with you, AND you can feel fine about it. Have a blast.

The converse; and the basis of this system of morality, lies in the fact that in each of these situations there are countless people who are able to prevent these outcomes.

You are just as capable of not being murdered as a murderer is of murdering you.

You are just as capable of not buying a product that is marketed to you as a marketer is of selling you his product.

You are just as capable of being the best thing your wife can get as another man is of stealing her from you.

This system is based on a belief that the smartest; hardest working; and simply put, the best humans, will reap the rewards of their efforts and abilities.

Living Congruently

I talk a lot about owning yourself. I think that is the basis of masculinity.

The most important part of my morality …. is OWNING it.

Survival of the Ableist makes sense to me. It may be gibberish to you, but that’s ok.

What you need to do is define your own moral system that makes sense to you, and then live and die by it.

For me, I’ve learned that I’m not interested in being a dick. I’ll absolutely look out for my own interests, and do whatever I can to ensure I attain them; but I will give it all away to not hurt other people. I’m a narcissistic, machiavellianistic, … empath. I can’t conscionably bring myself to hurt other people.

I value a quality life of good friendships, good experiences, and good conversation. I spend my life building up the people I care about, and teaching others how to live more wholeheartedly; and I own all of that.

I hope to teach this upcoming generation of men what it is to be a great man, how to do it, and in the process – hopefully change a little bit of this fucked up and hedonistic society.

You have to determine your own values. Search deep for what makes sense to you. The world’s SJW/PC police morals are sending us to a place of chaos and terror. Hell, the world has no morals.

When you find those morals, be comforted that you are living congruently with yourself. You are owning yourself; and you are a man.