Powerless

When the brute force of simple narratives overwhelms complexity, you see analysis and ethics crushed by scale. That is the moment you start to doubt purpose on this fragile, beautiful planet. Political chaos feels pre-scripted; people pivot their morals with alarming speed when pressure rises, and it’s hard to believe it was ever different. Riding a wave of noise is easy, but it builds nothing durable and offers no real security. Being swept away by those forces is neither novel nor surprising — it is the recurring shape of history’s bias toward disaster, followed by the slow work of repair.