i hate talking about darwinism outside the realm of the individual, i can encompass darwinism with a sense of individualism but what we're being sold is a collectivisation, an economic model, and eradicating personal theological practices will not help: i like the algorithm fluctuations between 1 (existent) and 0 (non-existent) it's a bit like a paradoxic: Siberia... Sahara... Antarctica... what's the other hot alternative? a Jacuzzi in Las Vegas? but when darwinism looses its individualist approach, and tries to collectivise... we're talking my grandfather's youth... idolatry, communism, or both exchanging, intertwined... all the entrepreneurs in a furore while the share prices on Wolf St. gave way to an avalanche! or in kindred tongue, via Mafia: boom bara boom and spaghetti Bolognese - brains for marbles, Don Quixote with napkins in his cheeks for the Oscar-winning accent... and i guess your landlady was named Frizzy Mary like some ******* cocktail. (question mark is missing due to innuendo irony of pronunciation prolonged without, irony - plus no soprano would read poetry to mind spotting that gesture... there's no stage, no spotlight, no crowd, no applause... it's poetry... you can prance in flamingo ****** and interpret as much as you like... if the poet isn't there to ramble about copyrights... you can take it as your own: without the poet: his poetry is yours, and you too, an ****... now translating this metaphysics into physical terms invokes variably a circumstance of: you're a cannibal... so say bye bye (go on, give a wave) to vegetarianism.)