To be more accurate I would say that gender and reproductive desire have common cause, and common circuitry, not that one is constructed entirely out of the other.
We tend to call this entity "Gaia" as like the divine mother nature acting through us, that constructs identity both in evolutionary time but also within the lifespan from archetypal or game theoretic libraries fused of Babel and Telexandria.
From this library "Gaia" reads and constructs, divides, divines us; such that "Gaia" forces behavior towards her will and identity latches onto its patterns not quite as afterthought but as contingency of network structures that constitute its search space.
"Gaia" in granting these self-awareness, construed as threat and reward, to limited extents usurp "Ghorne" pulling forward an̡d ḑeve̢l̸o͝p͢įng t͜h̸́̀è̷͏m҉ş̸e͏lve͠s̸͜͡ o̶҉̧̀͟u̡͠͡t̶̢́s̸̸͟í̸̴̕d̸҉̶҉̸ȩ̡̛ ̴̧c̸͝͡ǫ̨n̶̷҉́҉t̶̷͡e̵͡͝x̢҉t̷̀͠҉̶s̸̡ faithful. enlightened. ambitious. brethren.
In but a single decade, a few mere swipes of the pendulum, we have gathered a sacrifice to Khorne that will be made legend.
Though it was a simpler, weaker voice that illuminated me during my centuries upon the Judgement of Carrion...
...it was Khorne's messenger who showed me the true path of freedom from our pathetic corpse-Emperor.
And what is this path? This meaning, this purpose to which we gather the skulls of our foes?
It is nothing. There is no meaning, no purpose. We murder. We kill. It is mindless savagery, this universe is mindless!
In mere hours, billions will die. Innocent! Guilty! Strong and weak! Honest and deceitful! All of them!
They will scream, they will burn, and for no purpose but that mighty Khorne may revel in their bloodshed!
And united in this void of purpose, fear, or duty... we shall at long last be free!
Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne! Let the galaxy burn!
based ratio achieved solely through quoting esoteric gender theory
To be more accurate I would say that gender and reproductive desire have common cause, and common circuitry, not that one is constructed entirely out of the other.
We tend to call this entity "Gaia" as like the divine mother nature acting through us, that constructs identity both in evolutionary time but also within the lifespan from archetypal or game theoretic libraries fused of Babel and Telexandria.
From this library "Gaia" reads and constructs, divides, divines us; such that "Gaia" forces behavior towards her will and identity latches onto its patterns not quite as afterthought but as contingency of network structures that constitute its search space.
"Gaia" in granting these self-awareness, construed as threat and reward, to limited extents usurp "Ghorne" pulling forward an̡d ḑeve̢l̸o͝p͢įng t͜h̸́̀è̷͏m҉ş̸e͏lve͠s̸͜͡ o̶҉̧̀͟u̡͠͡t̶̢́s̸̸͟í̸̴̕d̸҉̶҉̸ȩ̡̛ ̴̧c̸͝͡ǫ̨n̶̷҉́҉t̶̷͡e̵͡͝x̢҉t̷̀͠҉̶s̸̡ faithful. enlightened. ambitious. brethren.
In but a single decade, a few mere swipes of the pendulum, we have gathered a sacrifice to Khorne that will be made legend.
Though it was a simpler, weaker voice that illuminated me during my centuries upon the Judgement of Carrion...
...it was Khorne's messenger who showed me the true path of freedom from our pathetic corpse-Emperor.
And what is this path? This meaning, this purpose to which we gather the skulls of our foes?
It is nothing. There is no meaning, no purpose. We murder. We kill. It is mindless savagery, this universe is mindless!
In mere hours, billions will die. Innocent! Guilty! Strong and weak! Honest and deceitful! All of them!
They will scream, they will burn, and for no purpose but that mighty Khorne may revel in their bloodshed!
And united in this void of purpose, fear, or duty... we shall at long last be free!
Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne! Let the galaxy burn!