When we understand the meanings of a sound made by a bird, nerves in two different brains touch and signal. The link between nerve cells is made from vibrating air, a connection as strong and real as the chemical links among nerves in a single brain. Bird sounds, then, are sonic neurotransmitters that leap across species boundaries.
The time that you connect with, personally—that you can touch with your bare hands—is almost 250 years. My daughter can touch 1924 with her bare hands and 2170. That’s almost 250 years. That’s the arm’s length. That’s the personal connection to people, the intimate time of my daughter.
how do we imagine the future? Sci-fi evokes images of technological gadgets and cities filled with people who are semi-human... what if we imagine the future as a long thread of human connections? What if the ultimate goal is to stay just as human, if not more human, than our ancestors? What if it's simply the capacity to continue sharing and building stories over breakfast pancakes?