Rascals are always sociable, and the chief sign that a man has any nobility in his character is the little pleasure he takes in others company. Arthur Schopenhauer

Zoomers are cut out of time, they are the first generation without a shared past, without touchstones to ground them, binding them to a continuity. They are technologically encouraged to live in the present, which on its own has tremendous limitations for bearing the full psyche. And the future is a writhing mass of uncertainty and anxiety, with portents of doom and chaos being its only readable signs.

What they need is some universal, collective focusing event which snaps them out of the tech-induced hypnosis and allows them to find discover themselves unmediated by digital interlopings. Their problem is that their experience is too mediated, too indirect, and so they cannot connect with what’s real and true to themselves. Instead they are adapted to being coupled to a digital interface which is tampering with their minds. Something must happen to sever this mediated experience which interferes with the “naked brain” coming into its own authenticity.