"I was holding a pebble... I looked at it, and then it filled me with a sort of sweet disgust. How unpleasant it was! And it came from the pebble, I'm sure of it, it passed from the pebble into my hands... A sort of nausea in the hands."

Stand on a hilltop in the Peak District outside Macclesfield and look west, and you see the watermark of a culture whose flood-tide re-invented engineering, music, painting, writing and sport across the world, over a span of two centuries. You can see North-West autodidactism.

"Praxis is the idea that you do something cos you want to do it. And after you've done it, you find out all the reasons why you did it." Tony Wilson said that in 1984, sitting in a bathtub in south Manchester, trying to explain Factory Records to anyone listening. It sounds romantic. It sounds like permission to follow your gut and figure it out later. But that's a misreading.

Call this the rising floor. Every useful machine absorbs the layer of work it can do better than people. The human contribution does not vanish. It moves upward, into judgement, selection, taste, and ethics, questions a machine cannot answer for you because they are not technical questions at all. That is where AI is heading now, into code, legal drafting, HR policy, marketing copy, the layer of execution that used to define a competent professional.