THE METEOR HAS STRUCK

Wounded cynics and disbelieving optimists, our tools enabling both, accelerating their worldview, but what of the rest of us?

The mad, crazed, hopeful, bold and entirely credible efforts to hack mortality, disrupt death, and radically extend the use by date of the human form are underway, maybe they reach us, maybe they reach our children, but we remain stuck in traffic, upset with our spouse, angry at work, less fulfilled than the magic surrounding us should make possible.

What’s missing? God? Certainty? Movement?

Have the toxins in our air, our water, our food, our culture so polluted our spirit?

Made worse by the 20th century hold upon our collective activities, the way we still go to work, go to school, tend our yards, yet knowing how thoroughly of the past these are, but what’s next has yet to happen.

But what’s next is coming. That we know.

The spread of computing into every device and across every human interaction changes everything and everyone forever.

It began with Windows 95. We are now in Year 22 of a 40-year (not 40 day) planet altering, life repurposing, technology infused deluge. A great flood of robotics, artificial intelligences, bio-coding, pharma-induced healing, the digitalization of perception, the merging of daily life into screens, and the connecting of all people to all things offers the grandest opportunity ever for unbounded human potential. And is a test of our soul.

We know this to be true.

We reach out.

A great awakening is on the horizon, kindling our spirit.

Belief in magic, religion, in spirituality and in God will accelerate ” and deepen ” because of, not despite of the rise of big data, machines, robotics, electronics, computing and artificial intelligences. We always become what our machines cannot. We do what cant be outsourced. Faith becomes our future. Magic our delight.

Our technology, edging us closer closer closer to possessing the godly powers listed in the Bible, validates our faith, does not deny it, thus revealing Gods presence ” while separating us from all who came before.

We are unsure what to do next, where to go next, how to live next.

I do not know if you will travel into space, own a flying car, live a portion of your life in a sealab at the bottom of the ocean. I doubt you will ever have intercourse with a sexbot, vacation in a holodeck, or live to 120.

But the people next will.

They will be unlike us, live unlike us, perceive unlike us.

The meteor has struck.

The sky is dark.

Time is running out.

Leave deep prints.

The other stuff won’t matter.