Privacy is the envelope of the soul.
We seal our letters not because we’re plotting revolutions in cursive, but because what’s inside belongs to us—sender and receiver, no third-party stamps from the State or Silicon Valley snoops.
The “nothing to hide” crowd loves that line until it’s their DMs, browser history, or bedroom preferences on display.
Funny how the powerful never volunteer their own secrets while demanding yours.
Privacy isn’t a luxury for the guilty; it’s the moat around your life, the boundary that keeps power from turning you into livestock.
Without it, you’re not free—you’re just data in someone else’s dashboard.
Guard it fiercely. The envelope matters