Scroll long enough on X and it starts to feel like a digital monastery where everyone is trying to be the next Socrates or Machiavelli. Robes optional, certainty mandatory.
Quotes clash like swords. One posts a thought, another a graph, and soon three more join to debate the metaphysics of lunch. The algorithm smells blood.
Everyone is enlightened now, but somehow still angry. You can almost see them meditating between replies, whispering “stoicism” through clenched teeth.
This is spiritual materialism for the timeline age, collecting ideas like sneakers, showing off wisdom instead of wearing it. If Socrates lived today, he would be ratioed for asking too many questions.
A lot of the world’s problems would fade if people logged off for a while and reconnected with themselves, their families, maybe even nature, God or the abyss if they are feeling brave. But then who would explain Hegel in 280 characters?
There is a point where philosophy stops being philosophy and becomes performance art. And performance art always needs an audience. Let them have the stage.
I will be outside, running this quiet blog, watching clouds trade arguments that never trend.
Cut through the spiritual materialism.
Take the long way home. Walk.