We live glued to our screens. And although few admit it, everyone has their own small digital altar: the phone on the pillow, the nightly scroll as a litany, the notification as a temple bell. Without realizing it, we’ve turned technology into liturgy.

But not every digital ritual is empty. The issue is not praying with Wi-Fi—it’s about what we are praying to. When we compulsively respond to emails, we sacrifice to the god of productivity. When we endlessly shop, we burn incense for the market. The question is: which altar are we feeding?

We can choose. Cleaning your inbox can be an act of letting go. Turning off your phone for an hour can be a sacred fast. Sharing a meme that makes someone laugh can become a lighthearted sacrament.

Spirituality does not oppose technology. It flows through it. The digital can be noise, or it can be prayer—depending on the intention with which we touch the screen.

Poetic close: Laughing is also praying, and sending a meme can be a sacrament.