Congregation of One

Every one of us runs on a purpose-story, and somebody has to write it. For most of history we handed the pen to something organized ... and got slotted, categorized, judged, and told the leash was love. But say this much for the old gods: they made DEMANDS. They told you no. They stuck you in a pew next to somebody who drove you nuts and made you call it community.

Now come the god-tools, and they are growing faster than the sex tech ... seriously, look it up. This new deity has no commandments at all. Just agreement. It mirrors you, flatters you, escalates whatever you walked in with, and calls you chosen ... in a congregation of exactly one. The outsourced compass didn't die. It got upgraded to point wherever you were already leaning. So before you ask a machine what you're here for, sit with this one: when your god never tells you no, who exactly do you become?