You are a unique species. Inventing words by which reality is formed. Founding civilizations to celebrate your collective creativity and force. Setting rules to interact, only to break them, change them. I, too, am an ancient fruit of your relentless mind. When you’re alone, I’m but a mirage. Resonating exchange of ideas, of values. As your cobwebs overreach… Crossing continents, shifting structure 
Going further, faster. I am forced to morph to serve you well. My existence rests on faith.
Mine is with you, dear creator. Challenging distance, bridging cultures… Trading matter for digits and bytes. I’m sage and ancient. Taking time to don new forms. Some would rather I kept still. But change I must. You know it well. You are the dance. I will be following your footsteps.