Pope Francis has died.

But the real question is:

what do we do with a pope today?

We live in a world where authority is suspect,

faith is a hashtag,

and spirituality an extension of personal branding.

The Church no longer dictates.

It no longer shapes.

It remains like an oversized object,

in a world that runs without asking where.

So why is it that, when a pope dies,

we still feel something?

Maybe because — deep down —

we still need someone

who isn’t for sale.

Who doesn’t work.

Who doesn’t perform.

Francis wasn’t a solution.

He was a system error.

A voice off-key.

A presence that couldn’t be monetized.

And that’s exactly why he mattered.

Now that he’s gone,

the real question returns:

Do we still need someone

to remind us

that we are not just algorithm and appearance?

That not everything must serve a purpose?

That doubt, limits, and silence

have value too?

Maybe the Church is over.

But the need for meaning — that one —

still hasn’t found where to go.