Before you came along, transhumanism had never turned its gaze toward those quiet arts the ones that contemplate the stillness of plants or trace the tangled veins of this sphere made of sulfate and black gold. Don’t misunderstand me. Before you, humanism had already wandered off, lost in a maze of mistakes and broken attempts. But now, failure feels distant, almost invisible to me... Let me step aside, and may you continue forward on your path.
