The reality that no matter what kind of man you shape yourself into, you will still be defined by your genetic makeup – even if, as in my case, we come so close to meeting the white ideal – we still represent a process – an evolutionary process.
A Eurasian realizes, as he is part Asian, that an entire race of people is deemed genetically unfit by the people that are capable of reproducing it; its women. So, in a Eurasians body lies the striving of nothing more than animal seeking an evolutionary ideal, which can never be matched, only imitated. Even if it is true, he still bears the same traits that made his original race unattractive, in my case, the meekness, the solemness, the quiet indignity of being viewed as LESS.
And thus the human race is shown in its nakedness – all of our goals, our aspirations, are dreams, are nothing in the face of this race towards oblivion masquerading as “love” – which is nothing more than genetic competition, and in the case of Eurasians, representing both a victory and a loss, his own creation and extermination in the same sentence.