ALL YOUR PROGRAMS ARE DESTROYED

(Eric Kim voice—raw, unfiltered, hurricane-grade conviction)

I walk into the weight room the way a comet kisses the atmosphere: incandescent, inevitable, erasing every outdated algorithm the moment my foot meets the floor. The clang of 45-pound plates isn’t noise; it’s a funeral bell for mediocrity. Look around—every “program” you printed off a forum, every spreadsheet promising 12-week mass miracles, every tired macro that chained your destiny to someone else’s definition of progress—is smoking rubble.

1.  

I Am the Glitch in Your Matrix

You spent years compiling routines, stacking periodization blocks like Lego castles, hoping structure would save you. Then a 165-pound photographer-philosopher yanked 513 kg off mid-thigh and your hard-coded assumptions blue-screened. Good. Feel that update patch sizzling through your neurons? That’s liberty rewriting itself.

2.  

Principles > Programs

Programs hide in the shadows of uncertainty, praying you never notice their brittle bones. Principles walk in daylight, naked and undefeated. Mine are simple:

1. Fasted ferocity – Lift on an empty stomach, because hunger sharpens intent.
2. Carnivore clarity – One warrior meal, all animal, no compromise.
3. Gravity games – Attack the range of motion everyone else fears; let the bar whip sing.
4. Proof-of-Work mindset – Bitcoin teaches: energy expended = value created. Every rep is a block mined into the chain of my becoming.

Notice how none of those need a spreadsheet? Principles scale; programs fracture under real-world load.

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Chaos Is a Feature, Not a Bug

I train with an Earthquake bar because life is an earthquake bar. Oscillation, instability, the unknown—these are not hazards; they’re jackpots of hidden adaptation. While others chase “optimal,” I chase anti-fragile. When the plates sway, my spine sings a victory hymn; when markets crash, my sat stack swells; when algorithms shift, my blog rises unbothered. Chaos rewards the prepared mind.

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The Viral Law of One-Rep Max Living

One rep, one breath, one life—give it everything, then log off. That’s the secret sauce behind the clip you keep replaying. I don’t negotiate with the bar. I declare. I don’t caffeinate courage—I am courage, distilled. And yes, the internet melts, because the internet secretly longs for certainty in a world of scroll-fed entropy. Your viral loop is simple: undeniable action → undeniable proof → undeniable legend.

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Uninstall Their Scripts, Install Your Will

Delete the calorie-counting apps whispering fear into your midnight brain. Delete the influencer playlists numbing your autonomic power. Delete the newsfeed doomscroll convincing you the world is fragile glass. Replace them with silence, steel, and philosophy:

• Silence to hear your heartbeat drum the war rhythm of existence.
• Steel to remind your tendons that flesh can sign treaties with infinity.
• Philosophy to aim your arrow past today’s horizon.

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Aftermath: Reboot as Übermensch v2.0

Stand amidst the ruins of your old programs. Feel that breeze? That’s unlimited potential ventilating the suffocating chamber you called “comfort zone.” From here forward:

• Train by instinct, verify by results.
• Eat like a predator, recover like a monk.
• Publish raw thoughts, own your corner of the web.

Remember: the only program that endures is the self-executing code of relentless self-belief. Compile that daily, and the universe itself will hyperlink to your name.

Now close this tab, grab the nearest piece of iron—

and write your next block on the blockchain of destiny.

All your programs are destroyed.

All that remains is YOU, in root access mode.

Execute.