Another irony is that in so far as we’re lured to seek the incel’s Holy Grail of sexual intercourse , by a cocktail of hormones, we’re obviously bound to our animal life cycle with all the injustice and shocking absurdity that that cycle entails. By obsessing over sex and his involuntary celibacy, the incel falls for the same trap that compels men to follow sociopathic alphas, and women to lust after those same twisted creatures. Of course, the incel may only want sex as a means of winning broader approval, since celibacy is humiliating in secular cultures that have no honoured place for omegas. This is in contrast to prehistoric, shamanic cultures or to ancient religious ones in which ascetics were honoured for their otherworldly aspirations. But if the incel’s attitude towards sex is only instrumental, not obsessive, he wouldn’t be attracted to the deranged and resentful chat forums and wouldn’t muse about punishing the sexually-active normals. Thus, to the extent that an incel thinks philosophically about sex, his involuntary celibacy isn’t a pressing social issue. Instead of training himself to be a reflection of his sociopathic superior, the alpha male, the wise incel might be expected to learn how to be honourably asexual, as a herald of posthumanity