Victor Turner

Foreword

By Edo Segal

The structure I kept reaching for was the one nobody had built.

That realization hit me somewhere around month three of working with Claude, when the exhilaration had started curdling into something I couldn't diagnose. I wasn't burned out exactly. I wasn't bored. I was uncontained. Every morning I sat down and the possibilities were infinite and the guardrails were gone and nobody — not my board, not my team, not the industry analysts — could tell me when the threshold I'd crossed would resolve into solid ground again.

I described this feeling in *You On AI* as vertigo. I called it productive. I called it terrifying. I built metaphors around rivers and beavers and dams. All of that still holds. But Victor Turner gave me something