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—How Invisible Code Quietly Took the Throne from Free Will

You wake up.
You check your phone.
Before your body fully arrives in the day, the algorithm is already rearranging your mind.

It tells you what’s trending.
It shows you who’s desirable.
It decides what you should fear, want, envy, scroll past, or click into.

And you let it.
Every day.
Not because you believe in it—but because you forgot you didn’t have to.

The New Religion Has No Name—But It Has Rules

It doesn’t demand faith.
It rewards obedience.

  • Pray: through engagement.
  • Confess: through oversharing.
  • Worship: through attention.
  • Repent: when you’re shadowbanned.

There is no priest. No prophet.
Only feedback loops.

You don’t light candles.
You light up the screen—and hope the feed loves you back.

The algorithm doesn’t ask you to believe.
It just wants you to behave.

You Think You’re Free—But You’re Being Profiled

Your god knows you better than your mother.
It knows when you’re lonely.
It knows what ads make you hesitate.
It knows what kind of body you’ll stare at for 1.3 seconds longer than average.
And it remembers.

That’s not convenience.
That’s conditioning.

You don’t “choose” anymore.
You react.
To a curated hallucination optimized to make you feel like the chooser.

This Isn’t Just Technology. It’s Theology.

You refresh for answers like people once drew omens from bird patterns.
You trust the feed to show you what’s real.
You hope the algorithm will reward your effort, your creativity, your voice.

But the algorithm doesn’t love you.
It doesn’t see you.
It scores you.

You are not a person to it.
You are a pattern to be predicted.

Algorithmic Spirituality Is Already Here

You can see it in the rituals:

  • Posting at “magic” times
  • Cleansing your feed like a digital fast
  • Obsessing over metrics like they hold moral weight
  • Hoping virality will save you, validate you, crown you

We pretend we’re marketing.
But deep down, we’re begging the machine to see us.
To tell us we’re worthy.

This is not performance.
It’s prayer.

How to Reclaim the Sacred

You don’t need to smash your phone.
You need to remember you have authorship.

That looks like:

  • Choosing what you consume with intention.
  • Creating things that aren’t optimized, but true.
  • Resisting the pressure to post just to be seen.
  • Making work that confuses the algorithm—because it’s too human to predict.

Make things the feed can’t understand.
Make things that don’t care about reach.
Make things that sound like your soul—not your strategy.

Because the moment you stop shaping yourself for the algorithm
is the moment you become real again.

The algorithm is your god—
until you remember you don’t need one.

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The Quiet Rebellion of Becoming a Maker in a World of Shoppers

They told you who you were in price tags.

Your taste? That’s your streaming algorithm.
Your vibe? It’s your sneakers, your iPhone case, your skincare routine.
Your tribe? It’s who you follow, what you order, what you wear.

We used to introduce ourselves with names.
Now we do it with brands. We all try to create our personal brands and interact with them.

And it’s no accident.
Because if they can convince you that identity lives in the checkout cart,
they never have to teach you how to create your own.

The Subtle Lie of Lifestyle

Capitalism doesn’t just sell things.
It sells selves.
Curated. Packaged. Predictable.

You don’t like oat milk. You’re an Oat Milk Person™.
You didn’t just go to Burning Man. You are Burning Man.
You didn’t just buy a Tesla. You bought virtue, tech-savviness, and status in one click.

But here’s the catch:
Consumption is hollow.
No matter how much you buy, you’re always left with more craving than clarity.

Because deep down, we all know:

You don’t become someone by choosing between flavors.
You become someone when you build something real.

Creation: The Lost Mirror

When was the last time you made something that wasn’t for likes or money?
A story.
A garden.
A tool.
A ritual.
A real moment of care that couldn’t be posted?

We’ve forgotten the texture of selfhood that comes from effort.
From choosing your own inputs. From sitting in the friction of making.

Because building is slow. Messy. Unmonetized.
Which is exactly why it’s yours.

You Are Not a Brand. You Are a Builder.

We’ve been trained to curate ourselves like storefronts.
But your soul isn’t a product page.

You are not the shoes you saved up for.
You are the conversation you started.
You are the community you shaped.
You are the words you strung together when you didn’t know if they’d land.
You are the thing you made when no one was watching.

That is identity.


Not what you signal.
What you sow.

A Personal Vow

I don’t want to be remembered for what I owned.
I want to be remembered for what I offered.
I want my life to be proof that I made something out of the chaos—
even if it didn’t scale. Even if it didn’t sell. Even if no one clapped.

Because in a world designed to reduce us to shoppers,

creation is a quiet form of rebellion.

You are not what you buy.
You are what you build.

Don’t forget that.
Everything else is advertising and nonsense!

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At first glance, it’s harmless:
Singers in silver capes. Pyro. Ballads. Beats.
A kitsch-fest so over-the-top it feels like satire.

But here’s the thing:

Eurovision isn’t just camp. It’s code.

Behind the smoke machines and synthetic choruses is a glitter-soaked simulation of Western unity.

This isn’t just Europe’s Got Talent.
It’s Europe’s Got Allegiances.

The Sparkly Remains of World War II

Eurovision was born from the ashes—literally.
Created in 1956 to help a bombed-out continent “unite through music.”

Translation?

“Let’s stop killing each other and throw a party instead.”

But as NATO grew teeth and borders shifted, so did Eurovision.
It became a stage not just for songs—but for statements.

Who gets cheered. Who gets snubbed. Who gets banned.
It’s a soft-power scoreboard—with better outfits.

This Is How You Know It’s Not Just Music

  • Ukraine wins during war.
  • Russia gets kicked out.
  • The UK gets ghosted post-Brexit.
  • Israel …Moroccanoil .. stays in, Turkey stays out.
  • And bloc voting? Alive and lip-synching.

Songs don’t win. Signals do.
Alignment. Affiliation. Aesthetic diplomacy.

It’s not “best performance.”
It’s “who’s playing nice with the Western order.”

The Real Costume Is Conformity

That dramatic ballad about suffering? Approved.
That flamboyant drag act? Celebrated—but only if it feels safe.
That quirky rebellion anthem? Cool—as long as it doesn’t shake actual power.

You can be radical—but only on schedule.
You can be queer—but keep it exportable.
You can talk politics—but only if the room agrees.

Eurovision lets you say anything—
as long as it sounds like belonging.

What We’re Really Watching

Eurovision is a moodboard for modern Western values:
Peace, but photogenic.
Progress, but polished.
Identity, but Instagrammable.

And beneath it all?
A quiet reminder:

“If you want to be seen, sound like us.”

So Let’s Call It What It Is

Eurovision is NATO in drag.
It’s a velvet-wrapped loyalty test.
A post-war pact turned pop pageant.
Where the winner isn’t the voice—it’s the vibe.

And if you don’t match it?
You don’t make the finals.

Maybe the real performance isn’t on stage—it’s us clapping, thinking it’s just a show!

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