Trust has become the rarest commodity of our time. From politics to advertising, from dating apps to algorithms, we are left questioning not only our leaders and institutions but even each other. If we cannot tell what is real and what is false, how do we begin to rebuild trust before it vanishes altogether?

We all die alone - peacefully in a chair, if we’re lucky. The real question is: Are we actually living while we’re here?

If AI replaces creation with simulation, what happens to meaning, art, and the human soul? We still have time to choose.

It makes me wonder if AI had written Love Actually instead of Richard Curtis, would it have been titled Love Nothing?