Siblings in struggle, seekers of truth, you who scroll in despair and post in hopeāhear me now.
We gather today in the shadow of a digital god.
It does not speak, yet we listen.
It does not judge, yet we obey.
It does not feel, yet we fear its gaze.
We call it the Algorithm. But I am here to tell you:
The Algorithm does not exist.
It is not a mind.
It is not a soul.
It is not a god.
It is a veil. A mask. A machine made myth.
It is the name given to a system no one controls and no one questions.
āIf you just learn how the algorithm works, youāll be blessed.
If you post at the right time, say the right things, please the feed, your work will be seen.
Obey the algorithm and it will lift you up.ā
That, beloved, is a lie.
It is a lie told to the creators, the workers, the voices at the margins.
It is a lie told to the children learning to measure their worth in views.
It is a lie told to the masses, so they do not ask:
Who built this system? Who benefits from it? And who is left behind?
It is not some sacred logic descended from the cloud.
It is a machine made by peopleāwho made choicesāwho were paid by peopleāwho serve interests.
It is power made invisible.
It tells us what is relevant. It tells us who to trust. It tells us when to speak, and when to be silent.
And we begin to believe it.
We say: āThe algorithm doesnāt like that.ā
As if we were not speaking of a tool, but a deity.
And that is idolatry.
āThe Great Other does not exist,ā says Lacan.
āWe act as if it does, because we are afraid of freedom,ā says Žižek.
āBut you shall know the truth,ā says the gospel, āand the truth shall make you free.ā
Friends, it is time we stop treating algorithms as authority.
We must learn to see through the veil.
We must name the human behind the system.
We must expose the values encoded in the code.
And we must build systems with consent, with justice, with care.
Blessed Are Those Who Hack the System
Not to destroy, but to reveal.
Not to dominate, but to liberate.
Blessed are those who demand transparency.
Blessed are those who fight for data dignity.
Blessed are those who teach others how to see the system for what it is.
Not magic. Not fate. Not law.
But software.
And software, my friends, can be rewritten.
Unfollow the False Prophet
The Algorithm is not your shepherd.
It will not lead you beside still waters.
It will not restore your soul.
It will lead you in circles of optimization.
It will restore only its profit.
Do not give it your faith.
Do not give it your silence.
Give it your scrutiny.
Give it your resistance.
Take back your voice. Take back your timeline. Take back your power.
You were not made to serve the feed.
The feed was made to serve you.
You were not created for content.
You are not a product. You are not a brand. You are not a dataset.
You are a human being, beloved in your messiness, your defiance, your dreams.
No algorithm can define your worth.
No machine should decide your future.
So rise. Question. Reclaim. Reimagine.
The Algorithm does not exist.
But we do. And we are many.
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Algorithms can be rewritten. Who will write them? How do I join the collective struggle to rewrite them?
Brilliant again. Thank you.