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Love is far from an anti-intellectual response. Love demands every resource we can muster – our creativity, our imagination, our compassion, as well as our smart, shiny, thinking self. Love is the totality. No one, at the end of life, regrets love.

We are already hybrids. We always were. We are contemplatives and doers. We imagine and we build. We get our hands dirty, yet we rise above it all, star-dreamers and shit-shovellers. Creatures of beauty, as well as ugliness and fear. Terrible failure. Impossible success.

The technology to change the world for the better is the technology that is in place right now. It’s the best of times and the worst of times. Dystopia or Utopia? Nothing could be simpler. Nothing could be harder.

Humans are motivated by community. We are interested in helping others. We aren’t just faking it – not just playing for ‘likes’. Compassion is real.

Big Tech hasn’t created, isn’t interested in creating, a ‘sharing’ economy. That’s just marketing. We don’t live in a sharing economy. We live in the most unequal, socially divided work-and-reward economy the world has ever seen.

We sell our time, we sell our labour, sometimes we have to sell our bodies, sometimes we have to get money in ways we would rather not. But we accept that there is a distinction between making money, however you do it – and being money.

Although the inner life is developed through a relationship with externals – whether it’s books, art or nature, philosophy or religion – the inner life is a private place.

One click on a cashmere sweater and forget Googling the theory of relativity – Einstein will be wearing this season’s colours as you scroll down the ads that demolish concentration and serious thought.

Our social systems, our hierarchical obsessions, the increasing concentration of wealth and power among a very few – these things are driving our uncomfortable relationship with AI.