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by Kim Stanley Robinson

Sad but true: individual intelligence probably peaked in the Upper Paleolithic, and we have been self-domesticated creatures ever since, dogs when we had been wolves. But

cf Quellcrist Falconer's poem in Richard Morgan's Woken Furies

Not a single supra-organism, but two working together on something not themselves. A duet. A harmony.

Each part of the triune brain had its own happiness. Lizard in the sun, mammal on the hunt, human doing something good.

attempt to make a relation last longer than its natural term was to risk wrecking its end, such that it splintered back along its whole length and left a bitter wound and a sense that it had all been a lie, where really there should only be a passing on, in one of the little death-and-transfigurations of one’s epochs. That’s just the way it was.