For the aspirant, there’s nothing more comforting than realizing you are not alone in trying. You’re not alone in trying to find a subject, trying to develop the discipline, trying to turn your life towards something that you can’t quite understand yet.
They told us we are lucky, to live in an era of endless doors; of infinite selves waiting to be summoned with a scroll, a post, or a step-by-step transformation.
But no one warned us of the disease it carries. Of how too much possibility can fray the edges of a person.
The crowd in Beijing seemed to understand the absurdity. They weren’t watching the future roll gracefully into the present; they were watching machines struggle through adolescence. They clapped anyway, as if to will the robots to keep trying. Perhaps that’s the most honest picture of humanoid robotics today: funny, flawed, and still far from home... See more