Changing how we care for our sick, elderly, and disabled would be liberating for undercompensated laborers and uncompensated family members alike - the problem is that the thought of being tended to by machines just too painful. As strange as it is to ask, how do we reconcile the human need for care with the human need for other humans?

I’d always thought that to believe you are part of something bigger was mere pacification — I'm predisposed to a sensation of cosmic solitude — but the idea of a long now gives me comfort, like a light bouncing off the moon reassures us there is something familiar out there in the void. The future, like the past, is something to hold onto.