“Every great cause begins as a movement, becomes a business, and eventually degenerates into a racket.” -Eric Hoffer

It is good to grasp the one and not let go of the other. Whoever fears God will avoid all extremes.
Ecclesiastes 7:18

There are great causes that need to become movements. We won’t find them on the internet. But we will keep looking.

What will we find? Rackets and extremes. Extremes that are rackets.

We find no democrats or republicans and especially no in-betweens on the internet, but radical liberals and the alt-right. Looking for God? We’ll surely find Him if we keep looking, scrolling, looking, scrolling. He is buried beneath Christian lifestyle vloggers and bloggers. Like, like, like, like. Raging bots of every denomination, and influencers who have found everything but God, but are certain they have Him. Need a preacher? We’ll choose our fancy from the myriad upon myriad upon myriad. Don’t like what they said? Move on to the next one. And the next one. And the next. Like and Subscribe. Our local doctor’s office? They’re trying to kill us, you know. We must eat grass, and sleep in mud, douse ourselves in apple cider vinegar. Exercise until our heart stops so we can immediately rest to keep our cortisol from rising. Do we still dare to walk into our local doctor’s office? Do they know anything at all? Where are the experts? Let us check the Internet. That wasn’t so bad. We must tell our experience. We are scientists now. We have until Tuesday to start our Youtube channel. Like and subscribe.

When everyone has a voice, no one has a voice, so only the loudest survive.

We know the internet is designed to keep us coming back. We do keep coming back. We love the urgency. We want to come back. We need to back. The extremes—they need us. Who will fix it if none of us knows what’s happening? What is it anyway? Are we sure? There is so much happening. View, view, view, view—comment, comment, comment, comment—dopamine, dopamine, dopamine, dopamine. See you in five minutes. And five minutes after that.

The television. The nostalgic television. We go there for stories. Our beloved stories. They are a solace—let our minds cool down from saving the world. But we can’t stay long. Two hours at most. But we must have the phone nearby so we can check—the world needs us. What if we miss something? What if we are caught off guard? What will we do then? See you in five minutes.

The internet is too much. We can’t remember. We can’t think. We will read. We will read tomorrow. Today, the world needs us. They need our voice. Someone will hear. Have they heard it? We’ll check. Maybe we’ll read tomorrow. Maybe on the internet. We’ll check.