Think about the last ten things you read.

You didn't choose them.

A machine did. One built to guess what you already agree with, then serve you a slightly stronger dose. Every scroll narrows the aperture. Every click teaches the feed to show you more of the same. While you browse the internet, the internet browses you.

And now the machines write, too. Millions of articles, posts, and “takes” — each one an average of everything ever said before it. The safest possible slop, repeated ad nauseam. The internet is filling up with the sound of itself… agreeing with itself.

Consensus is comfortable. But truth was never decided by volume.

Before an idea becomes obvious, it's usually called wrong. Or dangerous. Or naive. Or too early. Or too late. Or impossible to explain in a quarterly report.