There is a spirit in our time. It does not have one face. It has many.
It is the age where truth no longer exists. Where biology has become an opinion. Where a man can be a woman if he feels like it, and you are the problem if you say the obvious. Where "my truth" has replaced the truth. Relativism is sold as freedom. But it just clears the space. Because when nothing is true, anything can be installed.
It is the age where systems demand what no system has the right to demand. Say the wrong words, and lose your job, your platform, your name. Ask the wrong questions during a pandemic, and be erased. Draw the wrong cartoon, and live under police protection for the rest of your life. You are free to think - as long as you think what is permitted. Participation in society is made conditional on submission.
It is the age where man promises to save himself. Tech billionaires who want to upload consciousness and abolish death. Ideologies that want to design the new man and delete the old one. Children having their puberty blocked because the body is called a mistake. The promise sounds new. It is not. It is the oldest promise in the world: You shall be as gods.
And it is the age where none of this comes with threats. It comes with smiles. It is called care, when the state takes over the raising of your children. It is called security, when your payments are monitored. It is called diversity, when only one opinion is tolerated. The lie does not shout. It whispers. It sounds reasonable. It sounds good.
Many people feel it. They cannot put it into words, but they feel that something is wrong. That something wants something from them. That behind all the talk of freedom hides a claim of ownership. Over your thoughts, your children, your soul.
It has a name.
Antichrist.