You post a video of a crow stealing a potato chip from a parking lot, and you do not add a funny voiceover or a trending sound. You let the crow be the crow. Because that is the covenant: you are not the editor of the universe. You are its secretary.

What does “I do not post crap” mean to you? If you had a Loland, Sonya, and Dad in your head, which one would you need to listen to more? Share your thoughts (after the 24-hour folder test, of course).

Dad doesn’t care about likes. Dad cares about the dinner table conversation. Before posting, visualize three scenarios: