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But that’s not all, my dear friend. There is another chapter in the book of the human psyche that explains this sexual and savage frenzy, based on precise neurological mechanisms.

Scientists call it dopamine tolerance—or the boredom of gods.

What does that mean?

In neuropsychology, there is a rule that governs us all: the brain adapts to stimuli. When you buy a new car, you’re ecstatic; a month later, it becomes ordinary. These people—the billionaires and elites—have reached complete saturation. They have eaten the finest food, flown the most expensive planes, owned everything that can be bought. Natural pleasure has died within them.

They suffer from what scientists call anhedonia of power. Dopamine is no longer released by permissible pleasures. And here the catastrophe begins: the search for the ultimate high.

The diseased mind begins to seek the breaking of taboos—of the impossible—of what is internationally and morally forbidden.

But why, my friend… why children? And why violence?

Because quite simply, this is the only remaining red line. Breaking it gives them a rush that tells them they are above humanity, and that the laws governing the herd (us) do not apply to them. They are not seeking sex; they are seeking the ecstasy of violating divine law.

This reminds me, my friend, of a Roman custom related to food—what was it, and how is it connected to these people?

During the age of Roman decadence, nobles would sit at tables laden with food the eye had never seen. They would eat greedily until their stomachs were completely full. Then what? Did they stop? No. They would go to special rooms and deliberately induce vomiting, then return to the table to eat again.

Were they hungry? Of course not. They were searching for the pleasure of continuous consumption. They were trying to conquer the biological limits of satiety. Their problem was that the stomach fills quickly, while desire never fills. Vomiting became the solution so they could keep eating.

Do you see the connection, my friend?

This—exactly and literally—is what these people do in bedrooms and on islands. They are not seeking to satisfy instinct (they are already satiated with the natural). They vomit their humanity so they can devour new innocence. They are trying to fill a black hole in their souls that never fills, resorting to excess, extremity, and brutality in hopes of feeling something.

But don’t think I’m done yet—be patient with me.

In the book The Power of Harm, there is a term called reification: these people do not see victims as human beings—with souls, feelings, and mothers. They see them as objects—like a piece of meat to the Romans, or a luxury car to them. The whole world is a chessboard they move at will. In those closed rooms, they practice the objectification of humans in its ugliest form.