Something I will never forget: Me, in the back of an immigration van, handcuffed to two young Chinese girls who are crying at the top of their lungs, scared even more than I am. No English.
You are born, like a song of uttermost beauty – and then the people who have been traumatized before you, try to shame you out of remembering your song. Most of them are not bad human beings, they simply forgot, and they want you to be an important practical goose, for your own good.
Americans are subjected to tremendous abuse via corporate-driven emotional deprivation.
Love is usually left out of the conversations about technology and automation – and it shouldn’t be.