This lands hard, Brenda. The rhythm feels like code itself, short, sharp commands marching us into a future that calls itself “efficient” while quietly deleting choice.
That last line is the sting: who dares call it progress? Progress for whom, exactly? For people, or for the systems that no longer need us?
If the future looks like this, it is not progress that we are pursuing, but an illusion of control over our lives. True progress is not measured by the efficiency of the system or by its power to suppress the individual, but by the freedom to choose, to think, and to act without fear. When human life is reduced to a code, when money loses its value and existence becomes dependent on the keystrokes of a faceless system, then the future is not light but a shadow of the power we accept. And in this reality, who will dare to call it progress, when man loses himself?
This lands hard, Brenda. The rhythm feels like code itself, short, sharp commands marching us into a future that calls itself “efficient” while quietly deleting choice.
That last line is the sting: who dares call it progress? Progress for whom, exactly? For people, or for the systems that no longer need us?
Thank you Josh. That indeed is praise. ❤ Systems - they no longer need us, those hard working ordinary people who just want to live a lovely life.
Wow. Wow.
Thank you for this wows 😄
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Great read Brenda
Love this Brenda🫶🏻
If the future looks like this, it is not progress that we are pursuing, but an illusion of control over our lives. True progress is not measured by the efficiency of the system or by its power to suppress the individual, but by the freedom to choose, to think, and to act without fear. When human life is reduced to a code, when money loses its value and existence becomes dependent on the keystrokes of a faceless system, then the future is not light but a shadow of the power we accept. And in this reality, who will dare to call it progress, when man loses himself?