Old-world intelligence, in looking for explanations of Man’s behavior, has followed tracks going from gods, to ignorance, to will, to motivations, and now, oftimes, wants to find a new ticket window.
When it rains,
Another guy used to tell himself, “Hey, don’t look at me like that.”
Where else can fragmented maps lead, but to partial places.
Within the moves of a two party dance, there is never enough info forthcoming to determine the overall choreography.