Humanity has witnessed on tape delay a dawning of an incomprehensible era. Not new, because there's nothing new under the sun. A time that cannot be understood in the context of the hivemind's precedent, which is itself dictated by carefully controlled releases of limited, skewed information that fits comfortably within biases deeply entrenched per generations of social programming.
Per God's mercies, the ill-equipped will be permitted to live their lives as they did before in slowly diminishing states. Their bodies will likely expire before the facades of what they believed they could rely upon decay into that which unambiguously cannot be maintained or recovered. Maybe He's saving the worst for last for those who lived the vapors that are their lives entirely in the deceptive crevasses of the whore.
Blown-out former factory towns full of bagholders of distinctly duskier demographics were previews of our collective spiritual fate. They continue to be. Don't blame the bagholders. Unlike them, we have the surface of the world at our fingertips and we still don't know how to decode it to a satisfactory extent of accuracy. What chance did they have?
If you found your network of human batteries to reinforce society's collective illusion, to keep you within its grid, rejoice. Just don't ask any questions. But you were probably profiled as someone who never would if your life has reach such a condition.
Don't seek out a cataclysmic turning point. You've already experienced at least a half dozen that could be interpreted as one. A pile of disassembled thread that once comprised an in-tact garment could still be purposed as a shabby raiment.
