Look, I’m a musician. I’ve watched the industry get gutted by streaming algorithms that decide what’s “viral” based on retention metrics and A/B testing. Now I’m a new dad, trying to figure out how to raise a kid who won’t just become another data point for a recommendation engine. You don’t need a degree to see what’s happening. We’ve handed our intuition over to predictive models. The algorithm tells us what to watch, who to date, what to buy. It creates a feedback loop of confirmation bias that flattens out actual human curiosity. When you live inside a system that optimizes for engagement instead of truth, you start feeling hollow.

In my experience, divination isn’t magic. It’s not some cosmic Wi-Fi signal. It’s a structured way to force pattern recognition back into your own head. When you shuffle a deck or cast bones, you’re interrupting the noise. You’re creating a container for Jungian active imagination to actually work. The cards don't hand you answers. They force you to sit with your own questions. You're not outsourcing your decision-making to a server farm in Silicon Valley anymore. You're taking it back. That's why the fortune-telling boom isn't a regression. It's a correction. We're starving for friction. Algorithms smooth everything out until there's no resistance left. No resistance means no growth. No growth means you just drift. So yeah, let the kids queue up. Let them pay the old ladies. It's cheaper than therapy and infinitely more honest than letting a recommendation engine dictate their next move. We broke the compass. Now we're trying to remember how to read the stars. Fix the algorithm later. Start with yourself.