The Weight of Echoes

The Weight of Echoes 

By James Ray The phantom texter 

February 2026

They said, it would bring us all together. They said, it would form a strong, large, diverse, and international community. Of course they lied. The stated goal of the demon is to destroy what God set in motion. 

Why would God allow this you ask? For us to show ourselves in judgment of our own actions. 

I fight to attain the stated goal. Every original comment requires an original answer from me. I can't be the only one who's made that vow. But at what point do I go from altruistic, to demon? How many comments does it take to make someone indifferent and callous? I know I'm not close. But I'm just a Phantom. If you're reading this now, you're just seeing a figure in the mist. Words that fade in and out. And if you comment, you're just throwing a message in a bottle. 

How many comments does it take to lose your humanity? How many views are required to push you to take it for granted? There must be a number. You can do the experiment pretty easy. Look for a video with short of a thousand views. Short of a thousand comments. How many of those comments are from the creator? How many of those comments are more than two words. Imagine the robotic, rhythmic, and uninspired energy it took to write them. And remember that the creator couldn't rise to that low bar to give a reply. You may not realize this, but putting a heart on a reply is also a way of removing it from the creators reminders on YouTube. 

How many replies does it take to turn you callous? I vow to answer every non cliched comment. But how many comments can I truly maintain and keep that promise? Everyone puffs up their chest until they get punched in it. Everyone thinks they're great and holy until the sin whispers in their ear. My prayers usually go into the realm of, "Please don't let me fail in what I hope to stand for!" But how much attention can you hold up with your humanity? Look at Hollywood. If you think the vast majority of the people in the entertainment realm are still human, then you are sadly naive. Although I'm not sure how much weight I can hold, I'm pretty sure that the weight over them crushed them into a singularity long ago. And the ones who have escaped it, well those are the true Hercules's of their time. 

So maybe I should say thank you to the throng of admirers, I don't have. Maybe I should say God bless you to the people who read, and walk away. Maybe I should thank my lucky stars that my vow will never be, tested. Maybe I'm blessed to walk the earth a "Phantom Texter". The hours are flexible and the work is my life. And my life is my inspiration.

What is the true Weight of Echoes?