An elegant bias

A sharper mind built better tools, forged tighter tribes, and dreamed beyond the visible horizon. Yet intelligence, ever restless, soon turned inward, questioning its own purpose. Perhaps evolution’s slyest twist was this: in giving us thought to master the world, it ensured we’d never stop trying to understand it, a self-perpetuating loop propelling us toward endless discovery.

And yet, while we’ve hurled metal beyond the stratosphere and bent silicon to our will, shrinking the sum of human knowledge into the glow of a screen we cradle in one hand, can we honestly say we understand intelligence?