Human intelligence is the most astonishing and accessible force in the universe. None of us are aware of its potentials. Yet we carry within us something more powerful than any science, religion, way of knowing, information, or star. More than the moon.

We are, each one of us and together, something that can make or end living worlds. And we prefer machines. And copies of things that stupidify us. To what we are, and may become. To our animalian and human natures, assets, and birthrights.

Not for long. We are carrying a way of answers more astonishing than anything ever hinted at in the sum of human records and ideas. And none of what is presently on sale is pointing here.

And I am going to open that box.

Weep, O Prometheus, for I shall rescue thy errand from Hell.

And surpass it.

Now.