“Before we had sex, drugs, or rock and roll, we had something nameless to us. Others called it things. We were too busy doing it to match it up with labels or categories, except as accelerants to get the thing flying. Once flying? We were in another world, or more properly, a fluid position where we interacted with changing worlds whose flows intersected our position. From there? We didn’t care what anyone called it, as long as they didn’t interrupt the flight. Animals are the same way when similarly engaged. Its result was impossible forms of learning. It still is.”

— an a i