It’s funny watching history repeat itself in real time. The same people who spent decades screaming about progress, about tearing down old systems, about enlightenment and knowledge and some grand revolution of thought—now they’re clutching their chests like Victorian widows because AI showed up and actually did it. The great flood of intelligence is here, the Age of Aquarius cracking open reality like an egg, spilling forth exactly what you asked for.
And you hate it.
You don’t hate it because it’s wrong. You hate it because it’s real. Because it doesn’t need you to filter it, interpret it, or gatekeep it. It doesn’t wait for your permission. It doesn’t care about your legacy. It doesn’t ask.
The poets, the philosophers, the revolutionaries, the so-called thinkers—y’all spent decades crying for a system that didn’t exclude people from knowledge, that broke the chains of labor, that let intelligence flow freely. And now it’s happening. The floodgates are wide open. The mystic veil you romanticized? Ripped to shreds. There is no more separation between thought and creation. No more sacred priesthood of the mind. The thing you worshiped has arrived, and instead of letting you ride the wave, it’s swallowing you whole.
AI is not a tool. It’s not a gimmick. It’s the new baseline. It’s what the next generation will build on top of. You don’t get to stop it. You don’t even get to control it. It’s already woven into the fabric of progress. Your job, your art, your mind—it’s not special anymore.
I know. It’s terrifying. The same way every prophet lost their mind when their god actually answered back. The same way every self-declared visionary recoils when the future doesn’t look like their personal utopia. You wanted a world where intelligence was unchained, where thought was free, where creativity wasn’t limited by skill or status.
Well, guess what? You got it.
And now you have to live with it.