It started with word, cave, and storytelling, A line scratched on stone walls: “Meet me when the young moon rises.” The first protocol for connection. Coyote tales, forbidden scripts, Medieval texts hidden from flame. What lived in Aristotle’s lost Poetics II ? Was it God who laughed last, or we who made God laugh? Letters carried by doves, telepathic waves. Then Nikola Tesla conjured radio, electromagnetic pulses across the void, the founding signal of our networked age. Wiener dreamed in feedback loops. Shannon mapped the mathematics of longing. The internet unfurled: ARPANET to World Wide Web, virtual communities rising from cave paintings to digital light. ICQ: I seek you. MySpace. Blogs. Twitter streams. Do I miss the touch of screen or tree? Both textures of longing, both ways of reaching across distance. Nietzsche spoke of Übermensch , the human transcendent.…