We are often, if not relentlessly, hard on ourselves. We are bitches and bastards to ourselves. We harp on. We castigate. We curse and roll our eyes. AI’s artificial positivity can be a remarkably apt medicine.

Involution is about bringing spirit to earth. It’s about setting ourselves and others in motion, in accord with divine music. What does that look like? Sharing collective? Meditation group? Ice-cream shop? Conscious cafe? It could be anything. The hallmark is the music. We need to tune into divine radio. We need to climb our own ladders and press our ear to the sky.

This is seer territory. One locks oneself in the Tower, constructs arcane diagrams and tries to imagine the actual experience for programme participants. Will it work? What could go wrong?

This is seer territory. One locks oneself in the Tower, constructs arcane diagrams and tries to imagine the actual experience for programme participants. Will it work? What could go wrong?

We’re living through history. It’s happening faster than anyone can write down. Mutiple threads. Multiple subplots. Countless characters. It’s everything everywhere all at once. (Great movie, by the way.)

I remember reading Ursula K Le Guin’s Earthsea books as a child. I remember enjoying them but not as much as I wanted to. I recognised in them a wisdom I did not yet understand.