We move unconsciously through life at the mercy of automation.
Plugged in, always on, absorbed in the energy of an internal lighthouse, blind to our own self-care.
The human instant suffers from too much closeupness, leaving little time to zone out. Time runs deep between canyons. Water flows patiently over rocks. The urge to speed up silences the music still in us.
We’re rhythmic creatures who make reality, not ones to be stuck and consumed by it. The new script requires that we think before we act. The robot is already preprogrammed and ready.