“Dad. I want to explore.” When I heard that word explore it took me a second to recognize it. Explore. How quaint. How old-fashioned. My young-adult son and I were on vacation in our traditional rental house on the banks of the Ohio River. We’d arrived a day before everyone else in the family and had some time on our hands. I did recognize the word after a moment. Explore. You mean just go out…

I just remembered the time when I genuinely thought I was being followed by some sort of fungal (?) human-eating monster. OK maybe I should book another psychiatrist appointment.

Why has man, who is entirely devoted to reason, become an enemy of life and an opponent of the nature of existence?

I raised this serious question and others in my book, *The Human and Algorithm*.https://www.lulu.com/spotlight/wwwlulucomspotlightridharidha