Pause for a moment.
Look beyond the charts, beyond the jargon, beyond the echo of upvotes and delegations.
Now ask yourself—honestly:
How would I feel if it were me?
If my child posted a poem and had it dragged to zero—not for being wrong, but for being different?
If my friend shared a hard truth and was met not with dialogue, but with digital stones—downvotes and jeers from faceless accounts who guard Hive like it’s their private fiefdom?
You wouldn’t stand for it.
None of us would.