The digital realm is no longer solely human — if it ever was. What we experience online is increasingly shaped, manipulated, and controlled by algorithms, AI, and non-human entities that outnumber us. While many suspect this, few grasp the full extent of the transformation underway. As artificial intelligence becomes more embedded in every facet of society, from commerce to governance to personal interaction, it’s worth asking: where does this road lead? And more importantly, what does it mean for those who refuse to relinquish their autonomy to a machine-driven world?
Author: Trance
Artist. Writer. Truth seeker.
We’re not here to fix the world. Not really. The idea that we must engage endlessly with the problems handed down to us — repeating the same outrage, the same struggles, the same attempts at revolution — feels less like progress and more like participation in an elaborate, self-sustaining illusion. The trick isn’t just deception; it’s the mechanism that keeps us fighting within the game, rather than seeing beyond it.
What defines intelligence? Is it raw computational power, the ability to reason logically, or something deeper — an intuitive, creative force that can’t be measured on a standardized test? The question has fascinated philosophers, scientists, and mystics alike. As artificial intelligence grows more sophisticated, and as unconventional thinkers continue to challenge the status quo, the very definition of intelligence itself remains a moving target.
It’s easy to get lost in the labyrinth of ideas — past lives, reincarnation, karma, hypnosis, and the nature of reality itself. We’ve been told that we are bound by cycles, debts, and lessons, yet the more one examines these frameworks, the more they start to resemble the same old control mechanisms dressed up in spiritual language. If we are fragments of an infinite source, why would that source impose rigid, Earth-centric laws of punishment and reward? Perhaps the deeper truth lies beyond the narratives we’ve inherited — beyond the neatly packaged stories that keep us tethered to a cycle we never agreed to. Maybe the real journey isn’t about atoning for imagined past sins, but about breaking free from the illusion that we were ever bound at all.
History is written not just by those in power but by those who dare to observe, question, and document events as they unfold. Writers, like Orwell, act as both record keepers and truth tellers — capturing moments that might otherwise be lost to manipulation and distortion. But what happens when the truth itself becomes a battleground? In an era where deception is refined into an art form, the role of the writer has never been more crucial.