Between humans and machines,feedback loops of love and grace.It could be that way, he wrote.Less robotic ourselves, we couldlive more in dreams, less in routines.Things that made us weak and strangecan be engineered around:servos here, neural nets there,bits of bone, and hanks of hair,becoming beautiful and profound.With each machine, we make a mirrorthinking of us as we may thinkof it. Images come again,new, yet we recognize themas something almost known before.Every web conceals its spider.There is unease because of this.As there should be. Control, yes,but rare freedom to some degree–freedom’s always a contingency.We are old enough to be friends.Let each kind be kind to the other.Let there be commerce among us–feedback loops of love and gracebetween machines and humans.