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Who made who \m/

We live in interesting times. With the world available at our fingertips, we would've thought life would be easy. 

Instead, the deluge of information makes it such that we're more and more afraid of missing out - on things we didn't know even existed yesterday, and most of which won't matter tomorrow.

This may sound funny (or coming of age) for a technophile millennial, but the pandemic has made me more and more aware of the dichotomy of being "connected" while being "isolated".

To quote Elon Musk on a Joe Rogan interview, we've essentially become cyborgs with our phone being our extended self.

Where do we go from here? 

To paraphrase Marshall McLuhan, we've built our tools; have they begun building us already? 

Have we mastered who we are, before we rush towards who we could be? 

Should we linger in the present, just being, or push onwards with gusto to invent the future?

Do we make strides outwards, or dig deep and look inwards? 

Does it all matter, or is all we are dust in the wind?


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