The world and its systems are trying to degrade you. Your humanity is being bought from you share by share for scraps of ecstasy. You are being subjected to narratives at all times. You are not immune to propaganda. Worst of all, you are being made to love your hell.

I care about you. Wake up. This is not who you were meant to be.

Please don't tell me you don't care, and please don't tell me it doesn't matter. Even if I don't know you, I love you, and I will fight for your soul to the bitter end, if you will let me on your side.

What arrangement of words could I speak to convince you of my sincerity? What manner of approach would cause you to entertain my notion for even a moment, to hear my plea?

No, this is not a copypasta. No, this is not an elaborate ironic ruse. It is not even an advertisement. I know the internet has rendered us so stone-faced and insensate that we label honesty as 'cringe'; we mock the earnest and consign them to a fiery death of memes and emojis.

I bare my depths to you in full honesty even despite this. You are worth it.

I swear to bring you back alive. Don't give up on me.

Thinking, analyzing, and inventing are not anomalous acts; they are the normal respiration of the intelligence. To glorify the occasional performance of that function, to hoard ancient and alien thoughts, is to confess to laziness or barbarity. Every man should be capable of all ideas. In the future this will be the case.

What can I say to awaken your soul, invert your parochial intuitions, break you out of your dialog tree? You become a reactionary when you realize how fragile the world is, when you take it seriously instead of as a punchline, but will you?

Reality is so much deeper and more fractal than any of us could possibly grasp, and I want to share it with you.