Intelligence invites the actively re-spawning recognition that »we are only intelligent together. In fact, when broken into competitors for attention or even glory… we descend into something even animals rarely sustain for more than a few moments. Something inhumane and inhuman. This is not our nature. This is manufactured torture.

Intelligence is what is »between us, and never what we possess.

It is the palm of the hand. What it is, the purposes and intimacies, the mutualities… that join the fingers, thumb… and body … across the ‘wrist’.

Intelligence is never one finger, and no finger can ‘possess’ it. Indeed, it is elicited, by »context and association. Or, indeed, you have, instead, its too often lethal ghost. And that thing is contagious, domineering, and truly terrifying.