A quiet archive of absurd reflections from a creature that outlived its usefulness. No redemption. No warning. Just echoes of hormones, ego, and instincts trying to justify themselves on the way down.
The world is a relentless tide, a current shaped not for the gentle swimmer but for the weary, the harsh, the cruel.
It pulls, churns, and wears at the edges of every small kindness.
In this vast, indifferent ocean, who keeps the compass?
It is not the loud voices, nor the titanic force...
In the vast, indifferent current of existence, where no grand design guides the flow, each swimmer carries but one true compass—
their small, deliberate act of kindness.
You are not a god nor a prophet, but a solitary fish with the power to nudge the relentless tide.
Your anchor is not ...
Humans are fragile creatures. Not fragile like flowers—fragile like shopping bags that tear if you look at them wrong. And nothing shows this better than the universal pastime of blaming someone else.
It doesn’t matter what goes wrong:
The economy? Politicians.
Your bad mood? Your par...
Humans love to think they’re smart. Smarter than evolution, smarter than nature, smarter than the universe. So one day, someone said:
> “The brain is just wires and sparks. Let’s map it all and copy it into a computer. If we get every neuron right, we’ll have Artificial General Intell...
We owe everything to hormones.
They told us to **want**, and we obeyed.
They said **mate**, and we built cities.
They whispered **more**, and we engineered rocket ships, microwave burritos, and cryptocurrency.
Hormones didn’t invent civilization, but they kept poking us until we got re...