We live on the edge of a strange attractor,
on the edge of chaos and disaster,
always just one step away from disaster -
only our technology saves us.
Living on the edge is perilious, but the view more than compensates
We seem headed for our own starbirth,
drawn to it just as inexorably as those grains merge,
accelerating toward it just as surely as the merging accelerates.
The attraction is massive, relentless, unstoppable.
When our starbirth comes, some of us will no longer be truly human;
and things we now call machines will no longer truly be machines.
Gregory J. E. Rawlins