As Sun Tzu once said:
Why run an information operation, when you could run the PLATFORM where EVERYBODY ELSE has to run THEIR information operations?
Or, a thread on "Why any serious October 7th public messaging strategy needs to start with banning T1kT0k."
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There are 1 million holocausts occurring in your stomach every single day. A single fly has known the glory of flight, the conquest of a successful feast, the satisfaction of creating descendants, and the sobering stark truth of death all within the span of a day.
Empires rise and fall in the moist crevices near your moldy air ducts. A single drop of rain contains its own lifetime. The complexities of human history can be ascribed to the mites traveling to and from an errant speck of dust. Each cell, each atom, each particle of life itself contains infinite beauty and purpose as a reflection of the endless fractal expanse, crying out in unison that God is Everything and Everywhere and His Love is as Infinite as His Appetite For Laughter and Tears.
Who are you, small souled timid man, who looks at photoshopped pictures of space from the cuckholds at NASA and cries out "How small I am! How frail we are! How much it means nothing!" What many delusions fray out from the belief that there is a beginning or an end? It zooms in and out forever, fool. The throbbing hivemind of all galaxies in the universe contain as much mundane drudgery, gossip, and repetition as a day in the life of a salaryman.
Unimpressed by the beauty of life itself, aghast at something as insipid and meaningless as a circle someone said was "really really really big." The moping materialist will continue to stumble around, unfeeling, unknowing, unwilling, and unable. He faces the soft jihad of daily humiliation upon him, self inflicted by a lack of faith, splendor, and love.