I've been reflecting on a tendency we humans have: our fascination with taking things apart. I'm sure my parents often wondered where things around the house had disappeared to, only to discover them later spread across my bedroom floor. I'd dissected them to understand their inner workings. I wanted to know what made them tick. Putting them back together... well, I wasn't nearly as good at that. We separate, refine, isolate, and concentrate. We seem to believe that if we can

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