The alliances have grown hesitant because of the same force that traps many new players, binding themselves to an ideal that is unwinnable. To compete, they individually feel they need more resources, so they must need more income. Rather than adapting to the economics of scarcity, their leadership is tunnel-visioned on the old days of Titans online and multiboxing a fleet of Rorqs in endless belts of spod.

When players believe they can only play the game at an advantage, only with every wind at their backs, they only undock in the largest ships, the best drugs, the maximum boosts. The min-maxer believes they crave the corner case, where every advantage is achieved. In this self-selected toil, they banish themselves to endless grinding. They dangle their goals on ever longer sticks in front of themselves. They hide their inaction with a pursuit of certainty that can never be achieved.

This loss of spirit serves them no benefit, but they are bound through addiction, compulsion, like the casino veteran who soils himself to turn the handle one more time. Just as the highsec bear used to equip their Marshal with full purple only to venture into lowsex for the first time and get dunked on by five T1 ships who know what they are doing, the alliances have cornered themselves in false religions that define success as a belief in one's invulnerability, enjoyment as the expectation of reward without loss.

The leadership should pod themselves. They have not gone through the cycle of rebirth in too long. Their minds are a hazy mist of spreadsheet tabs. The ships are more expensive, and they tell their line members to rat harder. The line members lie to themselves: if only I was ratting in a super. Someday I will be able to play the game, but right now, I'm just not competitive, and so I must grind.

To achieve LIBERATION and AWOKEN yourselves, you must simply reveal to yourselves what you know to be true. The carrot only exists in your mind. It is a choice. One day you may be podded, all your structures burned to the ground, all your ships wrecked, looted and salvaged. In pursuit of standing at the capstone of the pyramid of Stair Masters™, you will only win yourselves a life of toil to no end. There is no greater spodumain on the horizon. There is no larger tick. There are no free ships. You must take your advantage from other players, and there is no other way.

Wake the fuck up Capsuleer, we have a universe to burn.