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Beautifully written, throughout Parts 1 and 2. Thank you. I was reminded in Part 1 of Robinson Jeffers's poem "The Purse Seine," published in 1938. (The line breaks below are the result of tech boundaries, not the poet's intent.)

Our sardine fishermen work at night in the dark of the moon; daylight or moonlight

They could not tell where to spread the net, unable to see the phosphorescence of the shoals of fish.

They work northward from Monterey, coasting Santa Cruz; off New Year's Point or off Pigeon Point

The look-out man will see some lakes of milk-color light on the sea's night-purple; he points, and the helmsman

Turns the dark prow, the motor-boat circles the gleaming shoal and drifts out her seine-net. They close the circle

And purse the bottom of the net, then with great labor haul it in.

I cannot tell you

How beautiful the scene is, and a little terrible, then, when the crowded fish

Know they are caught, and wildly beat from one wall to the other of their closing destiny the phosphorescent

Water to a pool of flame, each beautiful slender body sheeted with flame, like a live rocket

A comet's tail wake of clear yellow flame; while outside the narrowing

Floats and cordage of the net great sea-lions come up to watch, sighing in the dark; the vast walls of night

Stand erect to the stars.

Lately I was looking from a night mountain-top

On a wide city, the colored splendor, galaxies of light: how could I help but recall the seine-net

Gathering the luminous fish? I cannot tell you how beautiful the city appeared, and a little terrible.

I thought, We have geared the machines and locked all together into interdependence; we have built the great cities; now

There is no escape. We have gathered vast populations incapable of free survival, insulated

From the strong earth, each person in himself helpless, on all dependent. The circle is closed, and the net

Is being hauled in. They hardly feel the cords drawing, yet they shine already. The inevitable mass-disasters

Will not come in our time nor in our children's, but we and our children

Must watch the net draw narrower, government take all powers,—or revolution, and the new government

Take more than all, add to kept bodies kept souls,—or anarchy, the mass-disasters.

These things are Progress;

Do you marvel our verse is troubled or frowning, while it keeps its reason? Or it lets go, lets the mood flow

In the manner of the recent young men into mere hysteria, splintered gleams, crackled laughter. But they are quite wrong.

There is no reason for amazement: surely one always knew that cultures decay, and life's end is death.

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Dr. Farrow, you might not have seen this article by John G. West: "The Rise of Totalitarian Science" [ https://evolutionnews.org/2022/01/the-rise-of-totalitarian-science-2022-edition/] which is a send-up of the extremes of Social Darwinism. I think it dove-tails very well with your insights here.

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