The world has been mapped,
measured,
monetized.
Desire is tagged and tracked.
Every ache is answered
with an advert.
We no longer seek—we scroll.
We no longer ache—we click.
We no longer rise at midnight
to search the city for the One—
we settle
for mirrors and phantoms.
Even love
has lost its scent.
No longer spiced with mystery,
or slow as song,
but made instant,
hollow,
and safe.
But the dragon still whispers
from within the pixel and the algorithm.
He sings songs of disembodiment.
He names our ache “weakness”
and sells it back as illusion.
He tells us to grasp,
to gorge,
to objectify.
He disenchants.
He digitizes.
He devours.
And so the chaos deepens.
Bodies become currency.
Desire becomes commerce.
Love becomes contract."
- Rev’d Jon Swales See less

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