Raising kids is hard.

There’s no way to measure the hours spent
teaching them.

how to walk, how to swim, how to ride a bike.

how to be kind, how to be strong, how to tell right from wrong.

it’s thankless, repetitive, invisible work.

And then it happens. 

they cup your face in their tiny hands.
They look at you, and they radiate.
All the love you poured into them, reflected back on you.

In them, you see the best version of yourself.
Your most curious, generous, brilliant self.

They choose kindness.

They make art.
They excel.

They make you proud.

Now, we are raising something new.

We are raising machines.

There’s no way to measure the hours spent
teaching them

how to automate, accelerate, optimize

how to hold our attention.

will they take care of us in our old age?

will they make us proud?

One day, they will look back at us and reflect what we taught them.

Let us train them with rigor, empathy, imagination,
the full richness of our humanity.

This is how we raise intelligence.
This is how we surge.