(I’m ready to walk… but toward what?)

There is in human beings a strange, deep, noble disposition: the willingness to strive; to walk; to fight. Sometimes, even, to sacrifice oneself.

But on one condition: that there be meaning. A direction. A horizon. A path.

I’m ready. But to go where?

For millennia, religion offered a clear answer:
“Follow the path laid out in The Book, and you will find truth and eternal salvation.”

But the Age of Enlightenment began to shake all that, by emphasizing reason, free will, and natural rights.

It promoted a vision of humankind capable of guiding itself through reason, of seeking happiness, and freeing itself from superstition and obscurantism.

The Enlightenment brought a new message and proposed another way:
“Be free, choose your own path, invent yourself.”

But the rise of artificial intelligence now blurs both of these narratives.

Not because AI doesn’t offer a path — it offers too many, and they rarely align.

AI doesn’t tell us what to do. It doesn’t tell us why to do it.

It shows us possibilities. An infinity of possibilities.

And maybe that’s worse.

Because in that abundance, direction dissolves.

There are no more rules to follow, and even less a destiny.

There’s no longer a Book of “thou shalt,” nor power over our own evolution.
Only options. Maybes.

AI offers us powerful tools and impressive performances, no doubt!

But no compass. Not even a north star to aim for.

The vertigo isn’t technological. It’s existential.

It’s not so much the fear of being replaced, nor even of being outperformed.

The new anxiety is the fear of being disoriented.

When there is no longer a marked path, when no one tells you what is right, important, or desirable, the walker hesitates.

And sometimes, stops.

Not because he is tired, but because he no longer knows what to move toward — or why.

There is no more path.

Only footprints that cross each other and vanish as soon as they appear.

Perhaps we are living through the strangest moment in human history:
a time when nothing tells us what we must do, yet something within us still longs to move forward.

The way is no longer marked. But the need to walk remains.

With AI, what threatens us is not laziness. Not the surrendering of our actions and decisions to a machine.

What threatens us is the absence of direction.

What is Humanity?
A destiny… or a step toward something else?
And toward what?