The Inner Edge

While everyone is excited about AI, my eyes are fixed on something else.

HI. Human Intelligence.

From two directions at once — and I can't decide which moves me more.

The first: how absent it is in the places that matter most. The rooms where power sits. The decisions that shape lives. The leaders who have every credential and almost no inner ground beneath their feet.

The second: what is becoming possible. The understanding of the human psyche, of healing, of consciousness — it has never been deeper or more available. We are standing at the beginning of something extraordinary.

I swing between these two. Often in the same hour.

A year and a half ago, I finished a big project. My calendar went empty.

For a while I felt it as a burden. Then something shifted: the emptiness wasn't absence. It was space. And space, if you don't rush to fill it, starts to ask questions.

What do I actually want for the next 10, 15 years?

I didn't hurry toward an answer. It came anyway. Not in words. In images. My grandchildren, your grandchildren. Generations not yet born — living in a world we are quietly building right now, through every choice we make or pass on.

Every generation has its challenge. Ours: to move beyond the worship of the rational and cognitive, toward something more whole. Not new techniques. A redefinition of what we are as human beings.

That is why I'm writing. And living.