Among all the doomsday scenarios we stand on the threshold of today, perhaps there is only one ultimate truth. As a conscious species, humanity has failed to protect its own kind, other living species, or the planet it inhabits. In our one and only home, we strike out here and there like invasive cannibals, destroying and annihilating at every opportunity. We do all of this at such a pace and with such exponentially increasing violence that the beauty and goodness created by the creative and productive minority among us are left behind and crushed by this speed and power. Here is the most important truth our species must realize as soon as possible: we are destroying, and we are being destroyed.

The sooner we face our true essence, the more time we will have to correct our mistakes and actions. Our intellect, which draws its power from being a rare form in the universe, is now becoming a gateway to our greatest nightmares. And we are handing over the keys to that gate, with a surrender greater than ever before, to the hands that will lead us into darkness. We are transforming into generations that lose control over their minds, wills, and thoughts. The way of life we call prosperity is measured by how much time we can spend on our screens. It is such an exchange that we are witnessing the trade of mind for control, will for surrender, and freedom for palm-sized screens. We are not just watching; we are turning our very existence into captivity by our own consent.

Now, if one of us were to step forward and make a demand for what is truly a right and necessary for a dignified human life, who would even take it seriously? Who would listen to the rightful rebellion of one of us—of an ordinary person? I am talking about an ordinary human being. A single vote, and that vote is nothing more than a show, a step above a theater play that renders one a non-entity in the background; a so-called citizenship granted only to choose the “least bad” among the worst. We have neither a free right to choose, nor a community capable of rebelling against this.

Besieged from all sides, isolated, and alienated; this is exactly what it means to be an individual in the twenty-first century. All the communities you could once lean on have been hollowed out, the sources where you could attain real knowledge have been completely tainted with fallacies, and within this madness, as a solitary soul, you think you can say “I exist” in a world that is only as large as the pixels shown to you? Is that so? You are placed alive in a cage with all your vitality, yet you still claim to be living, is that right? So, where is your existence? Who are you in a world without satellites?