Not surprising. It's a sad state of affairs, but I've had an acquaintance tell me that their phone was "an extension of themselves," an extension of their personality, of who they believe they are. I was completely taken aback by how bizarre a statement it was on the surface and deeply disturbing it was beneath it. It's incredible how a battery powered illuminated piece of glass, aluminum and plastic could be considered anything more than a tool as a means to an end... yet, we've all experienced that dread of losing the damned thing, dropping everything and prioritizing its recovery over anything else that was likely more important, as if a fragile piece of survival in the modern world was at stake. We've lost our fucking minds and the virtual reality world ahead of us, meant to completely trap us in another box of illusions, inside a smaller matron within the matryoshka doll of ignorance. It's being primed and ready for all of us as a piece of the Great Reset - "you'll own nothing and be happy for it" aka you'll own virtual space in a virtual world with virtual currency in completely controlled impoverishment. Mine for bits of virtual gold, peasant to earn your fair share and experience the reality outside! Turn off the fucking phone, leave it on the table and go outside today. You'll feel better.