This is plain and blatant censorship. Not that this doesn’t already exist: it’ll only stretch it further. Forced blind trust. This setup makes it impossible to find contrasting information.
Google is making big changes to its search engine. Instead of mostly showing links to websites, it’s now going to put AI-generated answers and interactive features front and center.
Starting next Tuesday, search results will include bigger conversation-style boxes, AI information assistants, and personalized mini-apps powered by Gemini.
The old “ten blue links” era is basically over.
This shift will send even less traffic to independent websites and news publishers on top of the drops many have already seen from Google’s AI overviews.
Publishers who rely on Google to get readers will need to adapt fast, because fewer people will click through to the original content.
Everyday I’m seeing more and more awesome things here in X…
It’s like wandering in a world of fantasies…
Truly a window to the actual things I resonate with.
The age of smart is over. what's coming belongs to people who can still cry, people whose hands shake before they do something honest, people who walk out of rooms midsentence because their body told them to, people who kneel down to God. people who pray without words, people who touch trees, people who know when to go home. the smart ones will call this regression, they'll write essays about it, how dangerous it is, how primitive it is, and meanwhile their marriages are dry, their kids are strangers, their bodies are betraying them with insomnia. they feel the door closing and they look for the key inside the same room that locked them in. seeing was never their gift, and now the bill is due
Find your obsession. Choose something worth dying for. Ignore everything else. Become monomaniacal. Sleep when you're dead. Eat when you must. Think about it constantly. Dream about it nightly. Wake up thinking about it. Sacrifice relationships for it. Lose friends over it. Let people call you crazy. Let them call you unbalanced. Good. Balance is for the weak. Mediocrity is for the many. Greatness demands sacrifice. Obsession is the price. Pay it gladly. Ignore the voices telling you to be reasonable. Reasonable men change nothing. Obsessed men change everything. Van Gogh was obsessed. Da Vinci was obsessed. They called them mad. History calls them genius. Find what makes you forget to eat. Pursue it relentlessly. Let it hollow you out. Let it fill you back up. Become the thing you chase. Merge with your mission. Disappear into your work. Emerge transformed. Or don't emerge at all. Better to burn out obsessed than fade away balanced. The world needs your madness. Give it everything
@1ssve I’ve experienced it at least 3 times, all of them after breakup; I thought they were coincidences at first, but after reflecting on them, I concluded they were messages, for they only made sense to me. The messages were simple: their name in a book, their perfume in the street…
@FracturedLight0 Is this why the recipe for Coke is a secret?
Demons give you what you want in exchange for whatever they ask for.
Are the soda companies benefiting from an exchange like this?
But then not only those companies…willingly or unwillingly there might be thousands working for them
@GraduatedBen Is this why the recipe for Coke is a secret?
Coke uses corn syrup, no?
Demons do things for you in exchange for whatever they ask.
Are the soda companies benefiting from an exchange like this? (“You put this in your beverage and I’ll give you what you’re asking for)
Everything around me is rotting, so i build. that is it, that is the whole reason. God built six days and rested one. he could have stopped at function, he could have given us eyes that only see useful things, but he made color. he made sunsets. he made the shape of a woman's back. he made the sound of rain hitting a dirt road at night. beauty was not an afterthought, it was the first thought, everything else came after. i build because the world is falling apart, and a man who does not build is just watching a fire. i lay bricks straight, i put flowers where nobody will see them, i sand wood until the grain is smooth enough to hold without a glove. these are prayers. and the man who says beauty does not matter has never built anything, he has only consumed, and consumption leaves you hollow. everyone i know who only takes has the same eyes, empty, always hungry, looking for the next thing to swallow. hold a hammer instead. hold wood. hold stone. make something that does not need you to survive, and then walk away from it, and feel what that is. that is the closest i have ever got to being alive, and i am not giving it back.
Just be who you are, do and say what you feel. Honestly.
Pretending to be someone else will inevitably lead to repentance.
It’s so easy to be fooled and psyoped.
You don’t even notice it.
Ask for clarity. May God concede it to us.
@XFreeze It’s like having the worst possible traitor alongside you…
One who listens to every command, who knows all of your files, one who could write down to the detail your thinking patterns…
A handler, indeed.
Una vez soñé con Cerati. En el sueño que más me impactó, estábamos en el cielo, él llevaba una túnica blanca, vestido como un maestro de la antigua Grecia, tocaba una guitarra con cuerdas de oro, la música era cristalina, cantaba y su voz era sublime, bella.
Me vino ese recuerdo