You open an article. A minute later you close it. You open another. The cycle repeats until your eyes are sore and your mind is empty. This is not learning; this is a stupor, a slow death by distraction. What would it mean to read one thing and let it break you open? To let a single sentence haunt you for a week? That is too terrifying for your generation. So you keep scrolling — a herd of souls fleeing from the one encounter that might reshape you.