Over the last few decades we have seen the necessity of symbiotic relationships with all types of life: silicon and carbon based cultures have mingled and our consciousness is no longer h*** erectus -- we are now fully h*** evolutis. We have taken biology and evolution into our own hands to craft the types of creatures we wish to be, whether crossed with intelligent devices or custom-tailored genetic cultivation. We are the new hybrids and it is up to each one of us to make the most of our collective cultures.
My human great grandfather taught me how to can fruits and vegetables as a young girl, gardening a small 1/4 acre plot in Virginia. I kept a strawberry patch and made preserves every June from my fruit. It is essential that we pass basic survival skills on to all creatures, from building and growing food to keeping it safe for all to share. Canning strawberries is one simple way I learned to do this at a young age and kids today can be taught these skills by keeping a window herb garden and caring for a chicken that provides eggs for your family.
Over the last two centuries we have witnessed the fall of giants and recognized that bigger is not always better. Simplicity and efficient, resourceful design is rewarded with replication and greater honors and together we strive to solve old challenges: the integration of languages and cultures without losing the unique beauty of each lineage.
Stories have always been our primary communication method, whether around the campfire or in an interactive theatre. We expect our stories to take us to new places and challenge our ideas, pushing buttons that make us laugh, cry and believe. Our stories now are more immersive but no less addictive -- loss of human spirit to fantasy has always been a challenge for dreamers. Most of us are tuned in to things we rarely talk about and stories give us an outlet to explore these ideas more fully in the collective public space.
Today my stories read like recipes for healing mushroom soups that will take away the leftover cancers from decades of chemical abuse. Each story has layers designed to entertain, heal, inform and perhaps inspire new actions in the world. I am no longer able to paint my visions but I can still share them through virtual conscious streams that will exist long after I am gone.
I leave you with one thought: loving all creatures from all places requires an openness without judgment that is difficult for most humans to hold. Remember the blankness of a blinking cursor, not expecting anything beyond the next moment of input. Expectations can be a stumbling block to genuine connection in successful endeavors.