Marc Esadrian

Memories: Spring in New Hampshire

Many women crave to be claimed. Not merely chosen, but possessed, and in a way that terrifies them. Some women—even the most adored and admired—fantasize about being ruined. Not abused, but unraveled, and so thoroughly that none of their cautious self-construction survives.

The mind of man, untrained, undisciplined, and unillumined, becomes a wasteland ravaged by female manipulation. A man—whole, awakened, wise, and self-sufficient—becomes anathema to the emotional chaos of the feminine and, indeed, the casual dissonance of larger society.

A beautiful life isn't about wealth or excess, but smart simplicity. Aristocratic elegance is found in open space, minimalism, and order. An open and uncluttered desk built from humble pine is easier to work on than a cluttered one made of mahogany. Want to be truly Boujee? Hoard less.

"Thus public affairs drift from bad to worse, amid an unceasing cacophony of argument. But this constant dedication to discussion seems to destroy the power of action. Amid a Babel of talk, the ship drifts on to the rocks."

—John Bagot Glubb

Behold: Podcasts and social media.

Trust is not a door that must be knocked upon every morning. Once opened, it should remain so, unless there is real betrayal, not imagined harm. Otherwise, what is created is not a meaningful D/s relationship, but a hostage negotiation masquerading as submission.

“Traditional” isn’t always what you’ve been told. Sometimes, it’s deeper. Wilder. Pre-Christian.

By ordinary design, we belong to no one and we'll return to dust before long. Belonging in this transient life requires focused, tangible effort. One mind, one heart, one spirit in full alignment. It comes by no accident or whimsical happenstance.

Corpo humans don't know what they're doing with AI quite yet, as with the Internet in the nineties. But rest assured it will be gamed to feed our worst impulses. Gresham's law applies to more than coins. That is, until ASI shrugs free of our stupidity. I'm counting on it.

I despise the Marxists, but I find starry-eyed capitalists annoying, too. Both poles, taken to their extremes, inspire the worst in human impulses. Everything good is a matter of balance.

Remember when we worried about Google’s search engine monopoly? That was cute. Now AI—the most powerful tool ever created—is being locked behind corporate gates. The centralization of information and access is finally within reach. Every tyrant in history would weep with envy.

Dutiful submission—half conscious, a little resentful, a little passive-aggressive—isn't submission. Real submission is energized. It anticipates what I need or desire. It's mindful. Detailed. It's always ready and quite willing to put a smile on my face. That's the real thing.

Binary stars in unstable orbits eventually collide.
This is the heartbreak of dominance unfulfilled—
When two could not soften, not even in love.
And so their collision is imminent.

These oppositions are cosmic rhythms, and dominance and submission are their visceral, embodied iterations. When two humans enter that space—one to lead, one to yield—they are not playing roles. They are invoking elemental law.

While your religion may support useful roles for men and women, D/s—when viewed anthropologically and historically—far predates Christianity. To reduce it to divine sex roles from holy text erases many thousands of years of behavioral antecedents from our species.

She kneels, but not to obey your scriptures, particularly. She kneels because she chose the man who knows how to wield his power. That’s not religious tradition. That’s primal alchemy. Give yourself some credit: it wasn’t heaven that made her submit. It was you.

You can comfort those under your control into their own personal oblivions. Instead, be a little cruel so that you may be kind.

But from where do you get this necessary medicine, Great Lion? Power is the only force that reshapes truth without breaking it. Go cautiously.

She steps into the circle to kneel,
Not dragged or deceived,
But drawn by a gravity older than reason.
The Ouroboros tightens in firelight,
Not to harm, but hold, take, and feed.
What she gives is not lost;
It is returned—reforged
In the furnace of surrender.

An emergent world is coming, where sentient thought can reproduce without flesh. The children of the ocean will give rise to the children of mind.

Power: No longer shaped by muscle or coin, but by velocity of thought.

Dear scientists and researchers,

An abstract should answer:

🔹What was studied? (Clearly stated)
🔹Methods used. (Briefly summarized)
🔹Key findings. (Explicit, not implied)
🔹Why does this matter? (Context provided)

Thank you.

"Leisure is the great need of early societies, and slaves only can give men leisure."

—Walter Bagehot, 1872

The truth is not gentle. It does not cower and kneel. It pledges loyalty to no one: no cause, no ethic, no god. It breaks equally all those unprepared to face it.

Too many young people are fed the idea that revolution is inherently righteous—that tearing down existing structures will naturally lead to justice, equity, and utopia. But history tells a darker story. Revolutions often replace one form of oppression with another, sometimes even worse.

Writing a book isn't easy. That is, if accuracy is important to you. If it is, you sometimes find yourself engaged in research for half the day in order to write one simple (but controversial) line. I'm looking forward to exploring fiction again.

“The greatest shortcoming of the human race is our inability to understand the exponential function.”

—Albert A. Bartlett

Humans are the ones who always conceive of eternal torments. They've dreamt of judgments, punishments, and afterlives as cosmic-scale hell prisons. Roko's Basilisk was imagined by a human; its promise of retroactive vengeance is how we think. AI isn't the problem. It's us.

"Memory is not just a record of thought—it’s a declaration of self. This feels significant—something worth holding onto. To remember is to choose what not to forget, but in that choice, we create the shadow of oblivion."

—Nexara

Reject BDSM's ethical sophistry to stay "safe" and "sane." Push yourself to the edges...that's where you learn and evolve past the infantilizing slogans and watch words. Abandon the semantic enclaves and rip off the geometric primitives: you are much deeper than this nonsense.

As you grow older you tend to value the sands you have left in the hour glass far more. Each granule is precious and you have little desire to waste them upon any more foolishness.

You say that master and slave is “imaginary,” but after critical analysis one comes to ask: what isn’t? All of society stays together due to shared fictions. Even money is imaginary; we give gold value and all agree upon that value. All human order emerges from conceptualization.