We’ve become intangible. Dots of code blink in our excursions more than in our eyes. I embrace it. The lever comes down, hold it there. What realist notions throb inside, run them under the faucet. Eventually all energy will be a stream of water resistant blips floating out to sea. Kurzweil thinks life will outlive bodies, but life does that already, life was stardust first, and is stardust now. No body needed.
by Hank Cherry