a soliloquy on empty barrels
hollow and resonant, an empty barrel amplifies the slightest disturbance into thunderous din, while the full one, dense with substance, absorbs sound. the gunsmiths of yore could identify mis-loaded weapons by ear, and noisy kegs betrayed their vacuity to brewers. today, we’ve built the ultimate resonance chamber in our interconnected feeds, where the emptiest voices carry furthest, their algorithmic amplification mistaken for authority, and their volume confused with validity.
disturbingly, an entire generation is learning to mistake amplitude for depth of insight. chronically online and impressionable minds, hungry for understanding in an increasingly complex world, are being systematically trained that sophistication is weakness, nuance is indecision, and that the person shouting the loudest must know something they don’t. platforms reward this with engagement metrics, and...