In a world twisted by inversion, where the destroyers wear crowns and the stewards are thrown in the dirt, one must wonder if truth ever had a seat at the table. What’s paraded as progress feels more like control, cloaked in science, regulation, and hollow morality. But many of us have seen the pattern — ancient, adaptive, persistent — and we no longer consent to playing the role they wrote for us. This conversation walks that line: part resistance, part reflection, part fire in the belly.