Analog Soul

Grim  

Ponder deeper Look not to the algorithm for answers, but to the ancient voices— in philosophy, in theology, in the worn pages of soul-searchers before us. Ask the questions that ache in your heart: What is good? What is evil? Why do we do what we do? The world is loud with noise, but wisdom whispers— quiet, patient, eternal. ♾️

To scroll, or not to scroll—that is the question. Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and pings of outrageous group chats, Or to take arms against a sea of selfies, And by logging off, end them? To nap—perchance to dream— Aye, there’s the rub: For in that nap of rest, what thoughts may come When we’ve unplugged from this infernal feed? The weekend promised peace. But here we are, souls on standby, Lost in the algorithm’s soliloquy. So I ask you, quietly: Will you choose presence over pixels today? A pen over a post? A walk over a wall of filtered faces? The curtain is yours to raise.