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\n", "In designing the scenery and costumes for any of Shakespeareâs plays, the first thing the artist has to settle is the best date for the drama. This should be determined by the general spirit of the play, more than by any actual historical references which may occur in it. Most Hamlets I have seen were placed far too early. Hamlet is essentially a scholar of the Revival of Learning; and if the allusion to the recent invasion of England by the Danes puts it back to the ninth century, the use of foils brings it down much later. Once, however, that the date has been fixed, then the archĂŚologist is to supply us with the facts which the artist is to convert into effects.
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![\"Eco-Green](\"https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/70/Common_clownfish_curves_dnsmpl.jpg\")
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" In a cleaning symbiosis, the clownfish feeds on small invertebrates, that otherwise have potential to harm the sea anemone, and the fecal matter from the clownfish provides nutrients to the sea anemone. The clownfish is protected from predators by the anemone's stinging cells, to which the clownfish is immune. The relationship is therefore classified as mutualistic
\n", "\n", " Wisdom, Unflitered, Quite Akin to a DĂŠluge: Bottom-Up, Induction (Streets)\n", "\n", "Wisdom, unfiltered, emerges from the bottom upâinduction grounded in the raw reality of the streets. Thereâs no imposed order, no preordained structure, just the patterns that arise from experience. The streets teach in a way no doctrine can, shaping understanding through contact, through adaptation, through survival. This is knowledge as it happens, not as itâs dictated. \n", "\n", "Vigilance is the owlâwatchful, patient, seeing through the dark. It doesnât impose meaning but waits for it to reveal itself. It doesnât rush to conclusions but observes until the right moment arrives. Wisdom and vigilance arenât separate; they move together, feeding each other, one sharpening the otherâs edge. \n", "\n", "Noise is the moleculeâchaotic, overwhelming, present in everything but signifying nothing on its own. Signal, on the other hand, is the epitopeâa point of recognition, the moment meaning cuts through. The world is full of molecules, but wisdom is knowing which ones matter, which ones lock into place and change the game. Itâs all about pattern recognition, filtering the meaningless from the essential, sorting disorder into understanding. \n", "\n", "Distributed identity operates in layers. The self is the helmet, a protective casing that defines and shields, but also confines. Whatâs negotiableâthe shieldâsits at the boundary, a line that shifts depending on whatâs coming at you. And then thereâs nonselfâthe spear, the force of the outside world, the challenge, the thing that makes the self define itself in opposition. These arenât fixed categories but a dynamic interplay, the way identity holds, flexes, and collides with the world. \n", "\n", "And then thereâs the illusion of controlâthe top-down structure, deduction, the lyre. It plays a tune, suggests order, imposes harmony. But itâs an aesthetic trick, a neat framework placed over chaos to make it feel graspable. Deduction moves downward from assumptions, from rules, from the illusion that things can be neatly contained. But the world isnât a lyreâitâs the streets, the molecules, the shifting boundaries of self and other. The real trick isnât control. Itâs knowing when to let go of the illusion.\n", "\n", "**The Iron Ladyâs Tears: A Symphony of Control and Collapse**\n", "Margaret Thatcherâs rare display of tears during an interviewâa moment etched into history like a scar on steelâoffers a visceral glimpse into the collision of human physiology, subconscious expression, and conscious mastery. Tears, those involuntary emissaries of the autonomic nervous system, defy the will of even the most disciplined minds. Unlike an A-list actor or a poker-faced gambler, Thatcher was neither trained nor inclined to conjure them for effect. When they spilled, they betrayed a truth her Iron Lady persona sought to suppress: beneath the unyielding facade, a raw, unscripted humanity pulsed. Yet what elevates this moment beyond mere sentiment is her voiceâits pitch, its prosody, its swift reclamation of authority. This was no mere emotional lapse; it was a battlefield where biology and will clashed, and Thatcher, ever the commander, emerged victorious.\n", "\n", "```{raw} html\n", "\n", "\n", "
\n", " Vigilance (Owl)
\n", " Noise (Molecule) vs. Signal (Epitope)
\n", " Distributed: Self (Helmet), Negotiable (Shield), Nonself (Spear)
\n", " Illusion of Control, Like Prospero, or Beautiful Music: Top-Down, Deduction (Lyre)
\n", " â Dionysus is filtered through Athena!\n", "
When in control, her cadences were around C4⯠-> F4âŻ. But at her most vulnerable, she voiced a F4⯠-> F5âŻ, but more often F4⯠-> C5âŻ.
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" Quite exciting, that this wikipedia style html formatting is avaiable to me in jupyter books! Anyways, the figure above is fuckin' awesome. Symbiotology? Here we come!
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