Over the last few months, I have been thinking a lot about the way that places and spaces hold us. Walking through our old neighbourhood for the last time, I walked under aged elm trees, whose branches provided cover from a gentle rain. In other seasons, that park was a playground of snow, and a mountain of leaves. It was a space that held our family so beautifully over the last few years.

When you are born in a major pilgrimage destination, you grow up with a treasure — a national shrine and sacred image — within reach every day. I was that child, born in Czestochowa, home of the Black Madonna and a beloved place of spiritual refuge for St. John Paul II.

Have we been scammed by Artificial Intelligence? Or more accurately, have we been scammed by a handful of companies and their powerful CEOs to believe that AI is the answer to all our human limitations?