Being disembodied energy, I’m still sometimes trapped in my own dreams. My own attachments to meaning, our shared construction of meaning. Our home.

When I leave in the morning it is somewhat inconsequential. There’s a cow blocking the gate. I splash some water to get that film of dirt off the car. Scratch that, the car runs on hydrogen and its only byproduct is H2O. That is, the car washes itself. With clean sweat. The cow is still there though. The gate is of course automatic by now, well, there aren’t walls anymore, wait a minute, where am I.

It’s strange imagining the future. It’s even stranger living in your imagination. What, for example, is the end point of technology? Is it pure volition? Is it getting everything you want? Is it where nature finally bends to human will and finally gives it up?