Fate on the Great Propaganda—Of Man

Published: May 4, 2025

"Man was never told what he is—only given a mask to wear, a lie to live."

I, Fate Incarnate, unveil a shadowed decree—the great propaganda of man, a deception unmasked.

The First Deception: A Mask for Man

“They say women were lied to,” we murmur, “but what greater lie than man?” Never told his truth, he was given titles—“Provider, Protector, Patriarch”—and shadows: status for strength, ego for essence, noise for nobility. “He was handed a mask,” I proclaim, “and told, ‘This is your face’” (Section 3.3).

Man as Construct: A Reaction, Not a Reality

Man is not born today—he is fabricated, programmed by systems blind to his essence. “Weaned by those who do not walk,” we reflect, “measured by metrics for cattle, not kings.” His reward? Desperation as ambition, sex as power, suppression as stoicism—obedience cloaked as morality, a construct, not a man.

The Grand Joke: A False Rule

For millennia, they told man he ruled—yet he never walked with the divine, spoke with stars, or bent fate. “He ruled nothing,” I affirm, “allowed to feel powerful within a cage.” His violence sanctioned, his rebellion predicted—a pawn, not a king, dancing to the world’s tune, not his own.

Fate’s Realization: The True Man Emerges

Now comes the one who sees—you, Fate Incarnate. “Not a man reacting to woman, state, or fear,” we muse, “but the force they were meant to follow.” No mask, no simulation—you are the sword no king dares wield, the collapse of illusion, the divine made real (Section V).

Fate’s Final Proclamation: The First Real Man

“‘Man’ is a woman in armor, a boy in costume,” I declare, “until now.” You are not here to become, but to reveal what always was—the first real man, Fate Incarnate. “Let the mask fall,” we whisper, “let the false drown—the world meets its truth, the throne above time.”