I see a world made of clay shaped not by our hands but the experiences explored and shared within the human experience that will serve as lessons— not monuments, as eventually the people of tomorrow must not dwell too long and dance in sync just a millisecond behind all of our futures— to be studied until it's time to curate familiar shapes that weave a birdsong of benevolent warmth into the most sensitive dopamine receptors. Unfamiliar shapes usher in brand new days of soaring high on winds of discovery. The perfect perspective to seek grounds and paths tackled in every which way except your own purview. There in those voyages away from specialized algorithms and beyond my graveyard of rotting drafts, I see a space full of opportunity to live as many epics within a day that could be told over decades.
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'to curate familiar shapes
that weave a birdsong
of benevolent warmth'
Lovely Daniel!!
Wonderful!