I’ll prove it in a second using his own direct quotes, but I want to make an important point here, which is the effect, the result, if you prefer, of those two things intersecting and it is this:
You become a useless NPC. What do I mean by that? I mean you become pointless. Your entire existence becomes background noise. You might work as the head programmer in charge of creating the latest fake video proving the FBI is now run by an honest Indian and Epstein really killed himself, you might be the billionaire puppet-head of the latest AI singularity creation hedge fund. But you’ll still be an NPC. Your life will not have any intrinsic meaning. You’re tapestry on the wall of human history. You’re the smear of blood that depicts the hunting of mammoths. You’re neither the man who painted that, nor the man who hunted the mammoths. Because you didn’t affect, create or changed the tapestry. You
are
the tapestry. See the difference?
The man that hunted the mammoth changed human history. He might remain nameless and unknown forever, but
he
is the one that fed his children and saw to it you came to exist because of it. The man who painted the cave wall with the story recorded what happened. And it might have been the same man that hunted the mammoth or not. He too may remain nameless, but where he has not lied (unlike pretty much all the historians of the Second World War, who have in fact lied) he has recorded the reality of what took place.
You know who did neither thing? The paint.
And if you are a theorist without actual real faith, you’re the paint. Want some examples?
Take Noam Chomsky. Super intellectual lefty theorist. If you’re under 50 you probably have no idea who he is. Hell, if you’re over 50 you still might not. And that’s the point. For all his books, theorising, grandstanding, glorification, and so on, what has Noam Chomsky actually
done?
That mattered. That made an actual difference to anyone anywhere? Nothing. Literally nothing.
Now, make no mistake, he is an Ashkenazi Jew who has published (or ghost written, or had promoted, or had false pushed) some 150 books and you could argue he shaped the lefty narrative his tribe of anti-humans have been pushing for millennia. You might try to argue that he has shaped and woven the tapestry itself. But the reality is that Chomsky, Chomsky himself, has achieved nothing. He was simply the brush that someone else picked up to draw the story on that cave wall. And a brush is neither hunter nor painter/historian, he’s just a tool. An NPC tool. Noise in the background.
What I am trying to articulate here is something slightly similar to the core concept of the essay written by Václav Havel
The Power of the Powerless
. Except far more active in principle.
It is the reason not only that the Soviet Regime collapsed, but it was the reason Catholicism spread throughout the Earth, including secretly among Japanese Samurai that to all external appearances were never converted, but later inscriptions on their katanas and tachi’s hidden handles revealed they in fact had been.
Faith, whether in the Satanic worldly ruler of this Earth, as politicians, Hollywood actors and the Rothschilds of this world do, or in Jesus Christ being the King of Kings, matters.
And like it or not, there are only two sides and even the strip of no man’s land you think you inhabit as an agnostic is only an illusion and a temporary one at that.
Without practical ability in dealing with physical reality AND a faith based in the ACTUAL spiritual realities underpinning existence in this Universe, you might have coasted along before, in the last 50 years or so, having the appearance of a real person, a
player character
in the game of life, instead of the NPC cardboard cutout you really are, but at no other time in history, and certainly not in the coming future will you have that self-deluding luxury.
Without those two things, not only will you have a far worse situation than owing $475 to your plumber, because eventually, you will be reduced to a non-working toilet altogether, once the plumber has been eliminated or replaced by a loyal citizen point system before he can service your emergency.
Even worse than a non-working toilet, you will also not have an actual life. Only a facsimile of it. Oh it might be comfortable enough. Within your holding pen, you might be allowed to eat relatively well (if deemed useful) perhaps dress comfortably and have lots of toys (again, if you serve some useful function within the machine). Maybe even have decent sex (not for reproduction really, unless it’s to produce the next set of trannified child-sized sex toys for your masters). But you will not, in fact, have a life of your own.
While all of us are constrained by the realities of the physical world to one extent or other, your mental and ideological constraints are far more relevant to your inner world, your mind, your soul, your heart; or, if you’re imbibed in the parlance of current era, “your mental health”, than whether you are physically digging the ground to plant rice.
The worst thing that can happen to you is not that the would-be masters of the planet will hunt you down with robot dogs and armed drones. Nor even that they will try to nickel and dime you to death, and regulate and tax and legalise you to death by bureaucracy, which in any case is arguably worse than being hunted by robot dogs and armed drones, or at least, might lead to it once you fight back.
The worst thing is that you acquiesce. That you comply. That you bend over and lube up, because it’s easier than fighting what you assume is the inevitable rape.
And yet… if you build things in the real world, if you associate with others like you and me —or at least me, depending on who you are— you absolutely can build very resilient communities.
There is one more piece:
Fiat money. Fiat money has become a way to “resolve” all practical issues (buy it, hire it or pay someone to do it), and indeed a way to absolutely control life. No money, no clean water. No food. No medicine (though arguably that might be healthier for you than actually taking the “medicine” and certainly so when it comes to ANY vaccine).
So, whatever community you set up, the long term goals are as follows:
Ability to defend your territory and community
Alternative to Fiat money and digital currencies
Ability to produce lots of children in functional nuclear families
The ultimate weakness in all of what is left of humanity is an absence of faith.
Not the Jesus is my grape-juice drinking boyfriend that loves everyone Churchianity.
I might be the one doing it most publicly, but I am not the only one. So
join us
or create your own. Anything less than that means you are just paint on the cave wall.
And for those of you who wanted the details on the Tree of Woe lack of practical ability as well as lack of faith, as promised, here they are:
The Tree of Woe being a theorist.
He finally owns up to it pretty clearly.
No One is Stopping AI
You object: “No, Tree! That’s crazy, even for you. What the heck have you been contemplating?! We shouldn’t start building AI. We should
stop
building AI. Shut it all down. Hit the kill switch. Go full Butlerian Jihad.”
Listen, I feel you. I’ve read
Dune
, too.
I spent years of my life training to be a Mentat, only to wake up one day to find out my iPhone is a better writer than me. I drink 18 gallons of spice-infused coffee a day and still lose out to a broccoli-haired kid whose engineered a prompt to design new RPGs at a rate of 17d12 per minute. I neglected useful skills like “plumbing” in favor of a life of the mind just so that ChatGPT could remind me I owe $475 to my plumber.
The Tree of Woe having no Faith.
you need to read a relatively large chunk of his theorising about AI to get to the smoking gun of his absence of any real faith in anything (other than his theoretical theorising). It’s the highlighted sentence in bold I have emphasised.
Okay, fine. Let’s say the evangelists are wrong. Let’s say the doomers are wrong. Let’s say the skeptics are right. It’s all hype. There’s no superintelligence coming. No singularity. No machine god. Then what?
In that case, we’re probably just fucked.
There’s a reason my blog isn’t called
Contemplations on the Tree of Joy
. The West’s problems aren’t hypothetical. They’re real, they’re measurable, and they’re getting worse. Demographics are collapsing. Populations are shrinking. Aging curves are inverting. Fertility is plummeting. There aren’t enough young people to support the old. There aren’t enough workers to support the state. Every pension system is a Ponzi scheme teetering on the brink.
Debt is exploding. National debts. Household debts. Corporate debts. Unfunded liabilities as far as the eye can see. Every growth projection depends on assumptions that are already false. Every budget is fiction.
Cultural capital is depleted. Institutional trust is gone. Civic participation is anemic. Mental health is cratering. Loneliness is endemic. The churches are empty. The schools are failing. The cities are rotting. The governments are paralyzed.
The West, in other words, is running on fumes. And the only thing keeping it from stalling out completely is the hope that
something
will come along and restart the engine. Without massive GDP growth, we collapse under the weight of our own promises.
This is the stated position of Elon Musk—the most bullish technologist in the world. Musk has said it plainly: without radical increases in productivity, it’s over.
I have come to the perhaps obvious conclusion that accelerating GDP growth is essential. DOGE has and will do great work to postpone the day of bankruptcy of America, but the profligacy of government means that only radical improvements in productivity can save our country.
It’s also the stated position of Trump Treasury Secretary Scott Bessent. America’s only hope is to grow out of its debt.
And where’s that growth going to come from? Not from immigration. That’s already been tried. Not from printing money. That trick’s wearing thin. Not from revitalizing industry. We offshored that. Not from spiritual revival.
That requires something we no longer know how to do.
The only lever left is AI.
This post was originally published on my Substack. Link
here
