The world is my dreaming place, starting with a single stroke of the pen by my own hand, delivering ink onto the page. A single stroke, a point in space that can contain all points. As Jorge Luis Borges wrote in his story, “The Aleph”: “The Aleph was probably two or three centimeters in diameter, but universal space was contained inside it, with no diminution in size”. Every language is an ever changing alphabet of symbols and meanings, from the stroke of a pen to an illustration on a tree trunk with a piece of charcoal.
On this spinning terraqueous orb we call Earth, exists humanity:the totality of human beings:the human race: humankind – from binary and nonbinary, to black and white, all belong to the same race. From a bit to a nibble to a very large byte, why is humanity in a race to replace itself with a machine that regurgitates language?🌿
Laurie A. Muir artist 