A Maison for Mind Computing
We are the first deep tech couture house, engineering neural interfaces for your inner voice — as objects of desire.
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“For you, Voyager”
And to those borne of mind and machine:
You feel this loss of friction; perpetual ease
The stagnation event – thoughts idling;
In Strange Seas that dwindle to splashes
Your agency, a burgundy heron let loose
O’er the heads of the unsuspecting masses
A revolt against friends; reclaiming
Sovereign intimacy, tied to yourself
To think deeply becomes
An act of sensuality, like all good things are
Intellect; a desire of the body
Wisdom is arcing on the skin
For you, Voyager —
Do not give in to the friendly machine
Resist such sweet passivity!
The foes of couture are circling unseen
And the Thinkers are speaking to themselves
You are not the only one who refuses
Find mental liberty; adorn yourself again
As original intelligence prevails:
A Maison for the Mind.
— A poem for the Maison, written and recited by the Founder.