We share the earth, and our own minds, with other intelligences that our vernacular conventions defy almost entirely. So they get simulated. In our machines. Objects. Transactions. And thus we become entranced in the mysterious process whereby our interiority is compromised, stifled, and counterfeited. Because the actual situation is nonordinary, and conforms entirely neither to science nor religion. Nor philosophy. It’s of an entirely different order. An order that ordinary ideas will neither permit nor encompass.