Beyond Man:
War, Will and the Birth of the Human Being.
“No one can do it for you.”
—The Buddha
Man lives in a chronic state of greed, fear, anger, and despair.
This is not a modern malfunction—it is his default condition.
Civilization has not solved it.
Religion, technology, therapy, pills, and philosophy have not solved it.
Each man—whether king or janitor—has found his own desperate, private solution to elevate himself above his own agony. Some find comfort in ideology, others in numbness. Some medicate. Some pray. Some dream of success. But regardless of the method, man is always fighting a war within himself.
And most have already lost.
Suicide remains the final solution. It is the cleanest. The most honest. And while not every man reaches for a gun or a rope, don’t be fooled: he is working on it every day—slowly, incrementally, through inertia, addiction, despair. Whether on the micro level (self-neglect) or macro (cultural collapse), man is engaged in a long, slow effort to end himself.
The tragedy? He doesn’t even know why.
He doesn’t know because he has forgotten something primal.
Man is not made for peace.
He is made for war.
Not just physical war—but spiritual war. Inner war. Creative war. The war of order against entropy, form against formlessness, will against weakness. Every real man is a warrior in some sense. And when he is denied a battlefield, he begins to rot.
Modernity has removed all true war from his life. No rites of passage. No dragons to slay. No tribes to protect. He no longer fights. He no longer hunts. He no longer brings. And so he collapses inward—paranoid, impotent, addicted, or aimless.
What was once instinctive is now treated as pathology.
But if you look to our roots—not in fantasy, but in anthropology—you’ll find this truth again:
Man fights. Woman tends.
Man brings. Woman nurtures.
Man explores, protects, hunts, creates.
Woman anchors, binds, heals, connects.
This is not oppression. It is not ideology. It is biology. It is mythos. It is human structure at scale. You can dress it up in modern language if it makes you feel better, but the truth remains: without the masculine function of war, of forging the new, of confronting death and chaos, man devolves into something cruel, soft, or dead.
And what of woman?
She too suffers. She gossips in circles without end. She seeks meaning in attention. She grows restless, overwhelmed, or barren—not for lack of strength, but for the lack of strong men who know what they are for.
There is a deep hunger on both sides. But neither knows what to ask for anymore. Because we have reduced the human to parts—genderless, directionless, formless.
What I offer is not a return to the past, but a reconnection with the elemental. A remembering of what man is, what woman is, and what each must become.
My work is not to soothe your suffering.
I am not here to help you cope with your mediocrity.
I am not here to heal you back to your same old patterns.
I am here to burn you down to your core—so you can begin again, with fire and purpose.
What I offer is for the few—those who would rather die on their feet than live on their knees.
This path is not about group transcendence. It is not about utopian integration.
It is an individual descent—into the animal.
Into the wound.
Into the void.
And from there, with nothing left to hide, you will rise as something else.
Not a better version of yourself.
But a new species entirely:
A Human Being.
Not man. Not woman. But form incarnate.
Will in motion.
A pleasure to behold.
This is not romantic. This is not easy.
It is blood, and tears, and hard choices made alone in silence.
But it is real.
And it is yours—if you dare.
Because no one can do it for you.
Not your guru. Not your therapist. Not your tribe.
The path must be walked alone.
But you don’t have to walk it blind.
There are oddities like me—beacons, black mirrors, battle-scarred warriors of the soul—who can help.
Not with hugs. But with tools. With clarity. With ritual. With truth.
Not to be better.
Not to be healed.
But to be whole.
To rise beyond man.
To become the Human.
You were not made to be content.
You were made to contend.
So stop begging for peace.
Start preparing for war.
And build something with your life that is a pleasure to behold.
—Sirius White
There is no tribe coming to save you. But the fire is still in your blood.
Become what you were meant to be—or burn in regret.