He’s John Doe.
Those who love John, love John.
Those who hate him, hate him.
Nothing can change this, except a rare epiphany that strikes in some minds that’s not even an epiphany but a junk spark.
Those who loved John, loved Jane too. His wife.
But when Jane took divorce, the lovers turned into haters.
Interestingly, the haters started to love Jane afterwards.
Are you getting it? It’s all about the topic of your interest. Or disinterest with interest. Right now, the topic is John.
Those, who love John, see their algorithm altered according to their love for John. They see more loving videos. More loving content. Everywhere. With music. With a little eroticism and goosebumps.
Similarly, the haters see their algorithm altered otherwise. They see more hating videos and more hating content all over their social media. With music. Less eroticism and no goosebumps at all.
Hence, love is being intensified as much as hate is being intensified. The two poles are poling apart. Further and further. The differences are becoming wider. Disagreements will turn into hate. And hate will turn into abuse. Then violence. Then another religion. Another sect. another nation. Another demand for another separate land in the name of freedom that will gag the residents sooner than they think.
The crux is: no one is ready to think otherwise. No one is ready to look beyond the newsfeed. No one is ready to view the alternate version. Everyone is becoming more intensified version of him/herself.
John can be anyone. Or anything. John can be a politician. A celebrity. A sports star. A speaker. A model. A religious podcaster. John can be your religion. Your patriotism. Your nationality. Your pain. Your misery. Your anything of any interest available in public domain.
Who is your God? Have you ever looked for other Gods? Shook hands with them? Had a tête-à-tête. Or a rendezvous? Random meetup in a mosque or a church? A temple or a tomb?
What is your religion? Ever dared to read some other religions? The similarities? What religion introduced all the major concepts of Abrahamic religions? Any coincidence? Any question? Any if and but you get in your brain that shivers your backbone?
What has your politician done? How is s/he so different? How is s/he so great? How did you become a blind follower of love or hate? Weren’t the greatest ones in the past known for the biggest blunders too? Those greatest ones died too early and couldn’t see what the aftereffects did to the generations to come.
Your piece of land, your country; any different than the rest? What’s so special about it, apart from you being born here? A random X and Y mess.
Your cyst. Your cancer. Your disability. Your inconsistent heartbeats. Are those specially yours too? Patriotically loved and owned?
Your race. Your color. Your identity. You know you are the superior and chosen one. Yet, you also know deep down that you are the same decaying organic matter, and you were never superior. In fact, you were the child of a less god. You finally know.
Empathy.
Look on the other side. Travel the bridge. Or make one. See for yourself. See the one you hate. Talk to the other god. Sit in the strange temple. Listen to the liturgical music of Church. Listen to the ones you hate. Read the ones who are banned.
Billions came and billions went without an impact on this minor second of history of our interstellar. What matters is: NOTHING.
Walli have prayed a million times. To be rejected a million times. Of course, for his own good.
I object.
He travelled to that anciently modern city of underground railways and saw her and looked for her. And found her. She turned. She looked back. Just when he thought a million-and-one prayers have been heard after a million rejections, she talked back.
She turned and disowned. She told him that he doesn’t exist. He doesn’t matter.
Now tell me honestly, does that matter?
Absolutely NOT.
I object.
And he wished for one last wish so he may burn this whole interstellar into ashes for the history of NONE.