The cosmogony of pain ( incel allegory)
At the centre of everything is despair.
Hopes and illusions orbit the centre of the universe of agony at different distances.
The most distant orbit from the black hole of despair is a good look , a phisical attractivness; only this orbital trajectory of existence we can call habitual for joy and happiness.
This celestial body of eternal bliss attracts such satellites as; acceptance, love, validation, success, health, and even power.
But when this celestial body gets older it slowly leaves the orbit of youth and gradually yields to gravity of the Back Hole that destroys it eventually. But at least it knew happiness, we can say.
The most tragic, inhabitable zone in the universe of pain is reserved for those who have no good look at all.
Those ugly planets of despair and agony are so close to the black hole of despair that only universal disaster can save them from these arms of sidereal agony.