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First Night

Sometimes you have to hang an opaque disk over the bright sun of self, just to inspect the corona. Interesting things happen at the surface, deep-down things are only seen at the surface. Flare and spot, turbulent plasma, unpredictability.

Observation that can ruin the eye, without certain precautions. Sometimes there's no time for precautions, though, but you risk it. Anti-Darwinists only focus on what isn't said, while not saying a thing about the world beyond the genotype: phenotypes, effects, context, competition.

Was it worth it? Is it ever? Yes. And no. But who ever wonders what 'worth it' means? Worth defines the fitness function.

I know What's worth it. And I know Why. And I'm quickly discovering new ways to accomplish How.

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