New paradigms of cutting edge knowledge have brought us to a bottleneck...
No more steam metaphors coming out our ears.
In the age of ironic science, you need to be adept with the fudge factor...
I'm telling you, we're going to need a new generation of generalists.
Even neuroscience will need synthesizers to grapple with splintering sub-specialties, forging a narrative of cold margins calling to each other.
If only I could hire out MY head to tunnel through a pile of research papers, like a worm through compost.
It will take a new language that analyzes impulse patterns umpteen different ways...then makes a generalizing leap.
Look at A. Damasio's valiant effort, turning homeostasis into the human future's launching pad...
Trying to synthesize the latest findings, he reached philosophical heights.
This will become a code with liberal arts intent, in a library bristling with technical precision.
And the spearhead of this journey will be the original humanists, who left soft wool on every thorn they passed.
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