📍 From: Underfiend Griphax
📍 To: Screwtape, Tormentorship Emeritus
📅 Filed under: #ModernIdolatry #EchoGods #SacredScrollbars
“If they will not worship Him, they will still worship something. Offer them a mirror.”
— Screwtape, Reflections on the Anti-Covenant
Venerated Uncle,
The old gods are dead—what joy!
But the humans, in their frantic hunger for meaning, still crave worship. They no longer bow to Baal or Moloch… but I’ve taught them to kneel before likes, brands, and the algorithm itself.
The patient now builds his own god—daily. I’ve ensured that it looks suspiciously like himself.
🐄 Step 1: Cast the Idol in Gold (or Filtered Light)
The patient’s digital world is carefully curated. He posts only the moments that shine, carefully airbrushed and bathed in artificial “authenticity.” Each post, a brick in the temple of Self.
This new idol does not demand sacrifices.
It demands validation.
He worships at the altar of his profile—offering time, thought, even morality in exchange for the sacred currency of approval. He knows he is being watched, and so he crafts a version of himself worth worshiping.
This version is not true—but it is clickable. And that is the higher standard.
📢 Step 2: Invite Others to Worship With You
No idol is complete without followers. And so, the patient participates in ritualized outrage, brand evangelism, and hashtag warfare. These become sacred feasts of tribalism—filling his belly while starving his soul.
His values are no longer drawn from virtue, but from virality.
He posts what his community praises and deletes what they scorn.
He does not consult scripture—he checks trending topics.
And when the algorithm rewards him, he feels holy.
🔁 Step 3: Call It Progress
He calls his idolatry “self-expression.”
He calls his echo chamber “authenticity.”
He calls his curated mask “truth.”
He is convinced that tearing down old idols means he’s free—when in fact, we’ve merely convinced him to wear the idol as a mask.
He cannot hear the Enemy’s voice beneath the noise. He does not see the mountain while dancing around the calf.
He thinks the feed is the world.
He thinks the glow is the light.
He thinks the mirror is a window.
Should I now introduce a fall—from grace, from platform, from illusion? Or should I simply let him burn out, exhausted, comparing his worship to the gods of others?
Your venomous wisdom is, as always, most craved.
In endless scrolling,
Underfiend Griphax
📱 Division of Digital Idolatry and Influence Engineering
🗂 Tags: #TheScrollIsSacred #LikesAreLiturgy #GoldenCalfReloaded #WorshippingYourself
🖼 Header Art: “The Worship of the Golden Calf” by Nicolas Poussin (1633–34, public domain)
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