Write like vowels through Frankenstein’s mouth.
Write, Caesar! Write!
Write like someone who care about immortality.
Write and create a brand new genre of literature. Write through walls. Write literature that matters. You are not your mind, and perhaps you are not your browser history or the endless series of comments and Reddit threads. If only the Internet could redirect its purpose for the betterment of the world. The Internet is the endless fragmentation of hatreds. If there were ever a time for a peer-reviewed reality of facts, and not emotion and hatreds, now would be a good time to invest. If one side acts from fear and hatred, and the other outrage, then there is little to gain or understand or progress. If in the course of human history, if there has ever been a route to heal all wounds, allow the Internet to understand something beyond outrage. I cannot stand the endless drain of energy needed to sustain any cause rooted in controversy, hatred, and outrage. Perhaps there is another way.
While it is true that the Internet never tires of outrage, I have to admit that I have.