The fonts of the next moment of human be-ing will not be received via the experts, the great ones, the sages, the assuredly wise – it will come from the anonymous, the throbbing collective, the outliers, the mad prophets, the psychedelic explorers, the crazy poets; they together are the guru, steeped in indeterminacy, tugging on the heels of serendipity. It is their play that will usher in new moments – long after the machine levers of our age have rusted.