Pimp your soul

I’m afraid of selling my soul to the diabolical algorithms. I’m afraid that numbers will loosen my commitment to self. I’m afraid that I’ll be inebriated with my brilliance and will go on a wild goose chase seeking to immortalize my sand throne. But the waves don’t answer to me. The shore won’t respond to me. I’m afraid of losing my bearings without ever realizing that I did.

Nothing matters but my connection to the divine. He alone gives meaning.

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