Your takes about the pros and cons of future transhumanism don’t matter, because it’s already here. Your friends are on the internet, some of you your careers and core interests, your soul is divided across this demiurgic monad and reality and it’s not budging anywhere by temporarily pushing it away with deflective takes and “dopamine breaks”. It’s here to stay.
What if the neoplatonic monad existed not in some unreachable spiritual plane, but on some server farm in the outskirts of Atlanta? That's the internet. That's what this is. Virtual spaces aren't really virtual. They're in tightly packed, secured places you'll never see, it's as material as it gets, it's a new demiurge for the new age.