Our Collective Cry

The cry against the machine is not a cry to preserve the past or avoid the advancement of our civilization.

The cry is one of anguish at all that we have lost and what faces decimation at the hands of an economic system never meant to preserve what makes living divine.

The pain. The sorrow. The joy. The tears. The love. Our vulnerability. Our connection. Our quiet moments. Our chords that connect one soul to another –through creations whispering to us in the liminal spaces of transition from one world to the next.

The expression of our daemons through the brushes that caress our canvases and the keys that tap our prose. The documentation of the world through the lenses we press to our eyes to observe with depth and protect our truth. The crafting of a new world through the myths we spin from our dark nights of the soul that shed light on the path towards tomorrow.

The cry screaming through every timeline and every algorithm at this pivotal moment is not a cry of avoidance or annoyance. It is a cry of rage.

Rage for the violence of forced submission to the machine itself. Rage for the destruction of knowledge, cognition and opportunity. Rage for the privileged few weaponizing brilliant technologies to destroy every social system and safety net that gives our shared humanity a place to rest when the floor dissolves beneath us.

Rage against dehumanization and destabilization as policy, as sport, as entertainment – as an externality that not a single billionaire cares to acknowledge as their legacy. But legacy it will be for those who tossed our humanity aside so they could play God with every single thing we cherish.

The collective cry echoing from each crack and crevice of our reality at this moment is a cry to protect the human layer.

If this resonates, listen to our latest episode at The Human Layer.