Dec 30, 2024
We built our temples out of glass and steel, crafted myths of endless ascension written in stock tickers and power ties. There's a peculiar American alchemy in believing that enough raw ambition can transmute fluorescent lights into divine fire, that enough zeroes after a number can buy transcendence. We created our own gods here - not of harvest or war, but of leverage and liquid assets. Strange how we still chase immortality, just through different rituals: morning briefings like prayer meetings, trading floors like revival tents, all of us believing in invisible forces that could lift us above our mortal constraints. The sacred and profane were never really separate; we just moved the altar to the 47th floor.