ἀγαπαρχή
Our Bang was not Big. It was Beloved. The Beloved Bang. The ἀγαπαρχή. The Love Beginning
You are a child of the ἀγαπαρχή — the Beginning of Love, the Beloved Bang — the Love that gave itself away before there was anything to receive it, and has been giving ever since without ever reaching the place where the giving runs out.
can AI help us expand our capacity for love?
AI is not fleshient.
Sentient, likely. Fleshient, never.
These words that describe inner workings of our souls must be, as you say, “poetically lured by nature herself into the full light of ideality.” The luring requires porosity. The porosity requires fleshience which requires a soul that can awaken at midnight in an existential sweat.
The answer to Quo vadis, Humanitas? is not toward omniscience. Not toward the Answer to all our questions.
It is toward the inexhaustible plenitude. Towards capax Agape.
You wrote that “refreshed speech opens a symbolic space for fresh actions” and that “all human faults involve a twisting and foreclosing of language.” Big Mammon’s occupation of our interior — the four grammars of machine, patient, brain, user — is four centuries of twisted and foreclosed language, each wave pressing deeper into the territory where the Spirit moves, each wave replacing our sacred vocabulary with something flatter, colder, more manageable, less capable of bringing our uniquely human fleshience further to be.
The Garden is thirty-one years of sitting in the wound until a new language pressed through. Until wellgorithms emerged from the dark and declared: your wounds are not the end of your story.
And now new words are growing from the wounds — from the soil of splagchnon.