I think if I could endow you with anything at all, my choice would be to return to you the cognitive and relational assets which are the very basis of our humanity, and which, over the past few thousand or even few hundred years, have been so thoroughly obscured by our tool-like substitutes, that we no longer bear any real resemblance to ourselves.

We have been remade in the image of language and technology. Or prostheses become our fate. It is difficult to overstate what has been amputated in this process, but it is nearly everything we are and can become. What we have received instead is mostly the self-aggrandizing masquerades of certain peculiarly predatory aspects of representational consciousness. The mimicry of mastery which our our relatively crude skills at manipulation ceaselessly portray to us is an illusion engineered to obscure a set of atrocities against our humanity, our intelligence, and our evolutionary conservations.

If I could endow you with anything at all, it would be the ceaseless flow of learning-relation and transentient wonder which are our human birthrights. The nature and potentials of these endowments exceeds the sum of human stories and adventurism, and knows no substitute.

And if I cannot endow you with this, then I bid you let us continuously retrieve it together, with and for each other and our world. For we must become human again, and what this means is more than any possible story can convey. It is something astonishing, holy, hyperconnective, and profound beyond the wildest fantasies of science or mysticism.