As temples grow empty and screens glow brighter, we must pause and ask what we have exchanged for convenience.

Too often, progress is worshiped as holy, while faith is cast aside as relic. Are we now living in an age where the altar has been replaced by algorithms, and prayer by notifications?

For centuries, humanity knelt in silence before the unseen. Yet suddenly, the silence is broken by the hum of machines, and the whispers of faith begin to drown beneath the storm of information. Is this enlightenment or a quiet surrender to forces that promise answers without spirit?

And now, a new whisper arises: Supreme humanism, a thousand-year hope of becoming gods as ourselves. Is it only the fantasy of philosophers or the sign that we are building a tower high enough to pierce the heavens once more? Something feels wrong.