Most Valuable Earth

This is a work irl

Live Journalism

Started Wednesday, January 14, 2026 at 08:18

It is a series of thoughts on what the time we are living in actually is based on common language.

Here I go:

I AM

In Hebrew, that English phrase is one word. It is an embodiment.

Ani— אֲנִי it can mean who you are, like your name or you can say it to mean where you are from becoming one and the same. You are the dust the earth where you stand the place that lives in you and you in it.

A.I. artificial intelligence, the “hope” for the future, is missing a letter and is backwards.

The name by definition:

artificial: made or produced by human beings rather than occurring naturally, especially as a copy of something natural.

Intelligence: the ability to acquire and apply knowledge and skills.

2) the collection of information of military or political value.

It is a lie a hole filler. Creates lies and super fake images. Is enforced by cryptocurrency which is also a lie (even the people who made it say it is). I will go more into all of those later.

I digress—The second definition of intelligence is kinda the more important piece.

See here is the thing: men do things based on their motivations. Drives for power. For wealth. For sex. For control. Out of ambition or possibly something more sinister. A person decides they must achieve something. Must become something. Must acquire something.

Some follow trends. Easily manipulated by mass marketing and propaganda campaigns. They hear and see things that tell them: this is the best, this is the greatest, this will achieve everything you desire…

Here is where A.I. comes in. It is a tool developed by the rich and powerful to continue their pursuit of mass enslavement for their benefit. It is, by its name sake, fake. An artificial thing to be consumed by you produced by you, to control you for their benefit. You are its study case. It is your personal imprisonment. Bought and paid for by the hip and cool parents. Those ahead of the curve, if you will. Motion sensors are especially helpful in getting to know you. I mean, all those cute little bundles of joy under Truman show style mobiles that monitor their every bubble: future slaves to the product endorsement and then eventual suicide on live cam for their 3.87 million followers to see in real time, even that will have likes and subscribes. Bae, just drink. the kool aid and sport those Nikes, the mother ship will be here soon, everything will be ok.

But again, it is all a lie. It is state surveillance. It is the ultimate big brother one that knows you from your Amazon Pharmaceuticals to your Starbucks branded liquid laxatives. One you can even get romantic with—hot like old people porn. Like think of all the creepy people that work in government who can tap into your intimate a.i. moments and beat off to it. Disgusting. Eww. Gross. Yuck. Pshi.

Now back to I am.

This is where I pause, in recent years especially. I have no right, no place to speak beyond what I have been taught, what I have learned, what questions have been answered, what I have personally experienced, what people have told me, what I have observed, avoided.

Oof decades of seeing. Knowing. Being furious and having everyone know that’s all I was capable of being: walking furry.

But I never knew why.

Never knew how I could get so upset in public when other people would seemingly ignore so much.

I felt like a small child. Constantly lost in the store. Constantly saying, “ but I don’t wanna do that.” Commence room spinning. Commence blackout. Then something clicked. Settled in place. And I started to see this or that truth. And I started to make art and I started to really see everything with a lot deeper understanding of interconnected relationships. And distribution systems. And corporate control. Bigger pictures everywhere. Life has allowed me to understand where I am from and how I got there.

It has allowed me the opportunity to see the pain and suffering I caused and other people have caused me. It has allowed me to age and experience things, yet still remain child like in my approach to everything. Why? You tell me.

I have learned from being outside a lot, how manufactured our lives really have become. How magical the people around you truly are, especially when you least expect it.