So much noise, isn’t it?
They are loud enough and literally yelling … This lame world of commerciality
Podcasts
Events
Dialogues
Forums
Social Connections
Language
Tactics
People … all sort of people …. The Crowd
The way the world now shaped up, does the same exist earlier?
Do we have peace in all this?
Running Horses
Chaotic Environment
Ego-Centric Attitudes
Ill-Manners
Disturbed Behaviors
Welcome to the universe of Digital Marketing.
Here people sell everything on landing pages by words. Not only words but those words drove action. The purpose is to click the link and have the chunk of pieces from anybody’s mind or marketing of anything. So, people’s profile is equal to selling themselves …. And highlighted as selling skills and techniques.
What kind of world we are living in…. Commercial Jungle.
Talking, Writing, and Marketing.
I am this, my company is that … our services are skyrocket high.
My client got great sales as I did the beckoning.
Just a minute pause and resonate the thinking.
Is it not fake? Why don’t we realise the deception behind this?
And foremost important thing, the purpose is to earn money as fast as possible and as much as possible.
Fine, nothing is good or bad your thinking maketh so.
Yet to come, what is shaping our minds and brains.
What we feed so shall we reap.
Digital marketing, writing all this not wrong but the way wide spreading, losing it’s essence. Yes, this is truth, and usually we deny the truth unless we have to live by.
It seems we started up and we ended up. We are whispering loud, as if we are sharing a secret with one and masses are hearing …….
What’s the purpose if intention and act are not aligned and both have a commencing able difference. Opine about it …. Let’s do it!
Symmetry is important it defines the importance of uniformity but as far as we, oops I mean certain selective people are shaping the world they aim to kill the uniqueness of human nature and their caliber.
Presumptions never generate prospects but contradictions.
Contradictions are good enough for conspiracies and that’s what subliminal information is, and evil geniuses are playing well.
This whisper works out for generation to generation
Since the late 1950s, the human generation has moved through time like waves on a restless sea. Each ripple born from invention; each crest defined by a new kind of light.
From black-and-white TVs flickering in living rooms, to glowing rectangles in every palm. We have been shaped — afflicted, some might say — by the gifts and ghosts of progress.
From 1950 to 2025, humanity has not merely aged —
It has fractured and flourished through generations,
Each bounded by invisible fences of technology, culture, and psyche.
The Silent Generation watched the world rebuild and obey.
Boomers basked in optimism, rebels with records and revolutions.
Gen X carried cynicism in their Walkman’s, raising themselves on after-school TV.
Millennials grew up with dial-up dreams, only to inherit a world that buffered in real time.
Gen Z speaks in memes, born with hashtags instead of lullabies.
Gen Alpha, still forming, already cradles AI and algorithms like old friends.
Each generation, a cipher.
Each invention — from the transistor to the touchscreen, the internet to artificial intelligence —
Not just tools, but mirrors.
They show us who we are, but also divide us by what we remember,
And what we cannot forget.
This whisper — the quiet transmission from one era to the next —
Is not just change.
It is memory wrapped in circuitry.
It is fear and wonder shared in the silence between old wisdom and new instinct.
We are all part of this long conversation,
This inheritance of invention and psyche,
This generational riddle we’re still learning how to answer.
There is a whisper — soft, eternal — echoing not from the world, but from within.
It does not shout. It does not demand.
It waits, patiently, beneath the noise of modern life, beneath the static of invention and the chaos of progress.
This whisper is the ancient voice of the soul.
Older than language, deeper than blood,
It speaks only in truth — and only to those still enough to listen.
If born of goodness, this whisper becomes a compass pointing true north.
It leads not through riches or noise, but through grace, mercy, humility —
The quiet pillars of heaven’s road.
It teaches that love is not weakness,
That kindness is power,
And that light, even in flickers, can pierce a thousand shadows.
But there is another path — one carved by the silencing of that inner voice.
When drowned in pride, in greed, in cruelty disguised as strength,
The whisper fades… and the soul forgets the way home.
This is the true affliction of our age —
Not that we are surrounded by noise,
But that we have lost the silence where the whisper lives.
Each generation must choose:
To hear or to ignore.
To follow the inner voice that leads to the stars,
Or to be led astray by the machinery of ego and fear.
The whisper is not loud.
But it is infinite.
And if we Honour it — if we live by its quiet call to goodness —
Then we do not merely pass through time.
We ascend it.