Headbanging to hardcore incompatibilism

Hardcore incompatibilism1 isn't here to hold your hand—it's the grindcore riff that shreds through the illusions of free will. Imagine life as a cacophony of chaos where everything smashes into existence without mercy. Your choices? They're not yours. They're just guttural growls echoing from a past you never asked for, a tangled mess of genetics and environment that moshes around in your brain.

Hardcore incompatibilism roars against the idea that you could ever be the author of your fate. It’s like trying to headbang to a blast beat and think you control the tempo. You’re not the drummer here; you're just part of the crowd, shoved around by forces you can't see. Determinism, randomness—it’s all a wall of noise that drowns out the comforting solo of "free will." You might think you're shredding your own path, but it's all just feedback from the universe's indifferent amplifier.

And moral responsibility? Forget it. It's just a concept sold to you by those who can’t handle the truth. There’s no celestial mosh pit judge keeping score of your actions. You're a riff in the endless song of existence, neither good nor evil, just a product of the chords that came before you. In the end, incompatibilism is the raw, unfiltered truth: you’re not in control, you never were, and that's the most metal thing about it.

This dovetails with nonduality, the decapitated way. Headlessness is the recognition that you are not the "head" or the "thinker" you imagine yourself to be—you're just an open space where life happens. It's like standing in the middle of a death metal pit, realising you're not the one orchestrating the chaos; you're just there, flowing with the madness, not separate from it. Hardcore incompatibilism and headlessness rip away the facade of the individual self—you're not the frontman of your life, just part of the flow.