Perhaps the deepest irony is that the original meaning of intelligence was not accumulation of information. It was discernment. The ability to distinguish signal from noise. A person can carry the entirety of human knowledge in their pocket and still lose that ability.

Our job is not done until every truth becomes suspect, and every lie is believed.

That is the Teleologico hinge: scripture survives as fragments, but fragments can still preserve architecture.

The world doesn’t need to trap us in patterns. We’re fully capable of doing that ourself.

Anyone with a cunning tongue can make an irrational argument sound logical. It is why humans created complicated languages like English.