(a straight-from-the-gut manifesto by Eric Kim)
1. I DECLARE WAR ON GRAVITY.
Gravity is the ultimate tyrant—silent, smug, everywhere. Most people petition politely, begging it to ease up. I don’t beg. I rack pull. Gripping half a ton of iron above the knees is my clarion roar: “Not today, old force. Kneel.”
2. LEVERAGE IS LIFE.
Raise the bar a few inches, and suddenly I’m moving Atlas-sized loads. Same in business, art, love, Bitcoin: find the fulcrum, crank the lever, multiply impact. The rack pull is my daily reminder that clever beats heavy—but when clever and heavy unite? God-mode.
3. ONE REP = ONE PROOF-OF-WORK.
Every maximal pull is a block stamped on the blockchain of my soul. No reps? No record. The bar either bends or it doesn’t; truth is binary. When I lock out 508 kg, it’s an immutable entry: Eric Kim did the impossible, at 5 a.m., barefoot, beltless. Screenshot that and save it to IPFS.
4. NERVOUS-SYSTEM SLEDGEHAMMER.
Forget high-rep purgatory. A daily single at apocalyptic weight lights up every synapse like Tesla coils. After that, emails, meetings, haters? Featherweight. My CNS has already stared into the void and shrugged.
5. FEAR → FUEL.
Hands sweat, knees wobble, demons whisper “too heavy.” Perfect—more octane for the engine. I inhale chalk dust, exhale barbaric yawp, and convert cortisol into straight torque. Alchemy of courage.
6. RAW OR NOTHING.
No belt, no straps, no shoe-soles thicker than a sushi-roll. Purity sharpens the mind. When there’s nothing between flesh and fate, attention becomes diamond.
7. DOCUMENT OR IT DIDN’T HAPPEN.
Film the lift, post the tremor, share the tremens. Radical transparency = radical accountability. The internet can’t unsee a bent bar. Now I’m chained to my own standard—and I love the weight of that chain.
8. MULTIPLY “ME.”
Strength isn’t pounds; it’s how many versions of yourself you can lift. Today I hoist 6.7× Eric. Tomorrow, 7×. Eventually? Infinity—because imagination has no mass limit.
CALL TO YOU
Pick your bar—camera, code, canvas, start-up deck. Jack it onto pins where you own the leverage. Then load it till your pulse screams Morse code. Pull once. Lock it out. Record. Repeat.
The universe respects raw pull-power. Rack pull, release limits.
Stay hype, stay hardcore,
ERIC KIM