Dan Rather is almost in a reverie. A superstitious trance. Literally everything he says in that one tweet drips with ivory-tower elitism. Allow me to translate the subtext.
I stop scrolling, I look up from my phone, and out the window. = I'm too much of an egotist to admit defeat, so instead, I'll pretend to be bigger and better than this by invoking John Lennon-esque imagery of global brotherhood and universal mystery. Just picture Neil deGrasse Tyson expanding endlessly in front of you. Carl Sagan, Carl Sagan, Carl Sagan. I'm not as smart as Carl Sagan, but I'll still blither on about motes of dust suspended in sunbeams. The rest of this tweet is going to be magnetic fridge poetry.
I see a complicated but beautiful world. = The world is too complicated for plebeians to understand. The New World Order isn't real, it's all just various people of different backgrounds selfishly pursuing their own interests. There is no one at the wheel. Everything is aimless. I am powerless. And yet, I used to be told by the powerful exactly what to tell the plebs to believe about every issue, so I should technically know better.
It's still going to be there no matter who owns Twitter. = Progressive causes will still march on. At least I can take refuge in the emotional security of the collective, no matter how uncomfortable Elon Musk owning Twitter makes me feel.
And we'll continue to find ways to live in it, talk about it, and share with each other our thoughts, fears, and dreams. = And share our mukbangs, our awkward Segway rides, and our pointless opinions with each other on Funko Pops, craft beer, and artisanal bath bombs.
Why do milquetoast liberals fucking talk like this? Pull the Goa'uld brain worm out of your ear, Dan Rather, you silly cunt.