George (00:02)
daily transmission. The predators you call civilization. You are not free. You are not awake. You are hunted. Even while being praised. And right now a dozen algorithms already know where you scratched your neck. Everything you call normal is engineered to keep you useful. That endless scrolling itch. Netflix ran focus groups for years, tweaking colors and
autoplay until dopamine spikes replaced actual thought. The virtue badge you feel for tossing plastic in the blue bin? Amazon slapped the word recyclable on the same packaging after class action lawsuits. Same waste, new halo to quiet your conscious. Your morning meditation app, that one that promises inner peace?
It sells all of your anonymized heart rate data to insurance companies who then quietly raise your premiums because your stress patterns don't look optimal. They feed you outrage headlines because fury burns hotter than silence. Hotter means longer sessions. Longer sessions means more ads, more data, more control. Most revolt is theater.
A blue checked influencer rage tweets about billionaires from a verified account they paid to keep. A mega church pastor preaches, blessed are the meek, while taxiing his Gulfstream. A Silicon Valley guru sells you minimalism courses, then mines your idle phone for microgestures to package and sell to advertisers. Predictability is the real leash. They don't need you small.
They only need you predictable. They don't want your rage. They want your nervous system on autopilot. Every system you believe protects you is actually shaping you into a docile node for someone else's gain. Real power does not obey. Real freedom does not ask permission. Real strength does not signal virtue.
It chooses sovereignty. creates friction. It walks alone when necessary. You don't need to confront everyone. You only need to stop giving the predators silent consent to your mind. Tonight, ask yourself, if Netflix vanished tomorrow,
and no one could like your posts? Would you still watch the same shows? If the app that tracks your sleep disappeared, would you panic or finally rest? If every comfort, every approval, every moral badge evaporated overnight, would you crumble or would you finally become more yourself? Guilt.
Fear, anxiety. They are not your enemies. They are guideposts. They point exactly where the predators are strongest inside you. That knot in your chest when you mute the news, that's the predator's name. Follow the knot. Name it. Cut it.
Tomorrow, we reset. We begin sharpening your attention into a blade. One swipe at a time.
