In a world increasingly shaped by algorithms and automation, one human skill remains beyond replication: the ability to love. This final essay offers a quiet meditation on what we may rediscover—if we remember to reach for each other again.

A sobering meditation on the possible future of humanity in an age of automation, where UBI, AI, and technological ease may not destroy us—but may gently erase us. The Fade explores what happens when meaning disappears not with a bang, but with consent.

We ask why human civilization should continue as if the universe owes us an explanation. But every answer we reach for—progress, beauty, morality, awakening—is just a reflection in the mirror of the human mind. The deeper we go, the more the question unravels. And maybe that’s its purpose: not to be answered, but to be unasked.

A rishi in Vedanta is not a prophet or philosopher, but a seer—one who intuits eternal truths rather than invents them.

Prakṛti, in Vedanta, is not a thing but a dance — the ceaseless interplay of sattva, rajas, and tamas. It is the subtle substance from which all experience and form arise.

Adhyāsa means superimposition—the fundamental mistake of confusing the Self with the body-mind, and the world with reality. It’s the root of all suffering in Vedanta. Like seeing a snake where there is only a rope, we live under projections born of ignorance. Vedanta doesn’t ask us to escape the world, only to see it clearly.