The Unfolding Breadcrumbs 2019 - 09/10/19


Greetings,

Breadcrumbs kicked off in 2015.  This is the most current set of ponderings in process, posted here in case something beyond repair happens to this imaginary Me-My-Self-and-I.  It changes a bit every few daze, so stay tuned as interest allows.  At the close of 2019, they will be filed in their respective Breadcrumbs zones – Leftovers; Soundbites; Titles, Titles & More Titles; Corollaries; Possible Last Words & Epitaphs; Breadcrumbs; Conversations; Definitions – and then, if the last quarter-plus century of personal history is any indication, another round of dittyfesting will likely relatively quickly blossom from this a-scribing mind.

Link to the PDF of Breadcrumbs 2019 writings:

The Unfolding Breadcrumb 2019
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/breadcrumbs2019.pdf

Link to the PDF of Breadcrumbs 2018:

Breadcrumbs 2018
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/breadcrumbs2018.pdf

Link to the PDF of Breadcrumbs 2015 through 2018:

Breadcrumbs: Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/breadcrumbs.pdf

Website:

The Stillness Before Time: Reflections from a Fellow Sojourner
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/

A 53-page PDF copy can be downloaded at:
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/thestillnessbeforetime.pdf

Main Blogs:

The Stillness Before Time: Reflections from a Fellow Sojourner
http://thestillnessbeforetime.blogspot.com/

The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim
http://theponderingsofyajekim.blogspot.com/

The Return to Wonder: Field Notes from the Unknown
http://thereturntowonder.blogspot.com/

Breadcrumbs: Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time
http://michaelsbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/

Enjoy in joy as best ye may.

Ciao ciao,

M

Breadcrumbs 2019
Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time
© Michael J. Holshouser 2019
World Rights Reserved


LEFTOVERS


The mind is always seeking security,
But the mesmerizing draw of the insoluble,
The consuming anxiety born of desire and dread,
Leaves it in all-consuming turbulence again and again.
To attain at least a smidgen of serenity, of modicum of peace,
Give your Self over to the insecurity of the ever-transient moment,
Let go the imaginary universe in your weary head, at least once in awhile.

* * * *
The continuity is imaginary.
In reality the awareness is born anew every moment.
Eternal life, such as it is.

* * * *
Either you play the dream real in whatever way it calls,
Or it is the railroad tracks in one form or another for you.

* * * *
The ever-churning state of imagination is endlessly beguiling,
But it ain’t never real no matter how much you yearn it to be.

* * * *
What is wrong with you? What is right with you?
What difference but figments born of imagination.
Ever-pervading chatter attempting reconciliation.

* * * *
History is an ever-churning dynamic of interconnected contexts
Playing out the cosmic patterns begun in the long-ago-not-long-ago.

* * * *
If you have a talent, a gift, share it, fortune or no.
It will minimize the tides of regret down the road.

* * * *
​Real religion is without dogma.
​The Golden Rule is all you need.
Everything else is redundant.

* * * *
There are pluses, there are minuses, to any given situation.
How they add up is the best-case that makes for any decision.

* * * *
It is all instantaneously, simultaneously, come and gone as it happens.
Beginnings and endings are but imagination make-believing time real.

* * * *
Outside-the-box thinking first requires perception of the box.
If there is to be any possibility of free will, any perception beyond the given state,
The boundaries of the nature-nurture conditioning must be discerned
By the ever-present attention of immaculate awareness.

* * * *
You are not the mind-body, you are not the imagination.
You are the timeless motionlessness of the unborn-undying awareness
Peering out in whatever way the quantum indivisibility has without effort contrived.

* * * *
Nature does not give a flying hooey about the human species.
She will create and destroy without compunction.
Thrive or fail, live or die, she cares not.

* * * *
How far will science explore from the smallest small to the largest large
Before it becomes glaringly apparent that it is all ultimately nothing at all.
That all that measuring, all that nomenclature, all that scholarly pursuit,
Has really never been more than the mind’s reluctance to remain still.

* * * *
Life is full of coming, life is full of going.
Life is full of arriving; life is full of leaving.

* * * *
For those forever pursuing the ultimate answer, here it is: There is no answer.
Imagination will never find any truth that is not imagery.
A busy mind is its own miasma.

* * * *
You are the timeless awareness that is neither infinite nor infinitesimal,
Nor any other description known to the mind-body born of limitation.

* * * *
Ignorance is self-sustaining; always has been, always will be.
Critical thinkers are forever doomed in its ebb and flow,
No matter their countless attempts to raise the bar.

* * * *
Far more challenging for the human mind to simply be
Than it is to mindlessly believe, to pretend, to imagine, the vanity of it all.
True faith, true devotion, true fidelity, is in the being.

* * * *
It is not some deity’s will; it is our will, our vanity, our greed,
Our insatiable ravenousness for more-more-more,
That has fashioned this fine mess.

* * * *
History would indicate that many if not most human beings
Value a pile of the glittery stuff more than they do existence.

* * * *
What a thing to have to squander so much of one’s existence
Justifying, rationalizing, quarreling, over the endless absurdities
Of ethnicity and gender and other given nature-nurture persuasions.
What is any tribal mindset but imaginary fare from any and every get-go.

* * * *
If you have not somehow released your Self
From greed and vanity before death’s final reckoning,
You most certainly will the instant after.

* * * *
It all boils down to the only you, the only awareness there is;
The indivisible all in one and one in all, call it what you will.

* * * *
After all the philosophical, all the spiritual, all the existential inquiry,
How is it your mind is still so compelled by the frolic of imagination?

* * * *
Death is the bona fide release from the mystery of existence,
But doing it ahead of time while living is the challenge
To which mystics great to small spin their minds.

* * * *
In the total context of the cosmos, earth is little more than a tiny dust ball
With a great variety of life forms scrambling about its relatively thin crust.

* * * *
Scientific method is the most exact means humankind has yet devised
To measure, to examine, the parameters of this manifest quantum dimension.
If there are other dimensions in this intrepid electromagnetic spectrum,
No doubt any intelligence is exploring it as thoroughly as possible
Through whatever ways and means circumstance allows.

* * * *
You may be at the top of some mountain today, victor of every skirmish,
But one day you, too, will succumb to incapacity and death,
And all your vanity, nothing more than wind.

* * * *
The newborn is but the tabula rasa of awareness until consciousness is gradually conditioned
By the winds of time, by the agony and ecstasy of the given nature-nurture.
Awakening is to be reborn into that unadorned state.

* * * *
No ultimate point to anything at all, really; existence is but a sensory-mind dream.
And the dream is nothing more than quantum mist born of an impenetrable mystery.
Pure, unadulterated illusion witnessed by an awareness without beginning, without end.

* * * *
In complete attention to anything unutterably engaging,
Little self evaporates and the awareness of true Self reigns,
Until the imaginary usurper regains its imaginary throne.

* * * *
The multitudes have never had any real say in the matter.
They are but consumers and canon fodder for those who rule.

* * * *
Swaying the masses into not looking inward is what the absurdity of religion is really about.
Focus on mythologies, dogmas, idols, rituals, symbols, dress codes, hierarchies, not your Self.

* * * *
So many things we all have to live with, to endure, like it or no.
Fate is meted out each and every moment from first breath to last.

* * * *
Reality is not as concrete as thought would have it.
In fact, it is not concrete, not tangible, not palpable, at all.
Dubbing it a quantum dream is as close to truth as truth allows.
No need to create, no point in creating, any belief system, whatsoever.

* * * *
The mind is a willy-nilly wanderer.
Only the most focused attention tames it,
And likely very few attain that level of intrigue
For any great length of timelessness.

* * * *
The so-called real world, the one playing out in your mind,
Is but an ever-rolodexing set of very imaginary perceptions.

* * * *
There is no power above, there is no power below.
There is only that which is neither within or without.


SOUNDBITES


What an incredibly incremental process natural selection has taken to create all this.

* * * *
It has always been, will ever be, this same awareness timelessly being.

* * * *
In every mind imagination weaves a dream to which it holds until its dying day.

* * * *
What cannot be discerned cannot be destroyed.

* * * *
Always sad when people thing highly of themselves for no substantial reason.

* * * *
You cannot attest to things you do not know.

* * * *
Memories so vague and inaccurate as to not warrant the bother of remembering them.

* * * *
Death will come on a day like any other day.

* * * *
The touch of vanity infects the human genome.

* * * *
What’s your gift?

* * * *
You are your own experiment.

* * * *
The closest humankind will ever get to space travel is science fiction.

* * * *
Why pretend to know what you cannot?

* * * *
The seething greed machine hums away yet another day.

* * * *
Like it or no, we all move on and on and on, until there ain’t no on.

* * * *
Pathetic is the kindest word for it.

* * * *
Power collides.

* * * *
Dreams passing in the night.

* * * *
Catch the irony and paradox when someone says it is all about you.

* * * *
A collusion of consciousness.

* * * *
There it is, what it is.

* * * *
Another day, same old crap.

* * * *
Awareness is what it is; nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.

* * * *
.22 bait.

* * * *
How related all differences.

* * * *
What would it be to be a master of detachment?

* * * *
Let go the imaginary universe in your weary head, at least once in awhile.

* * * *
Forget everything? Easier said than done.

* * * *
There are consequences when truth speaks to power.

* * * *
Is this really the best we can do?

* * * *
Shopping is like wandering spider webs.

* * * *
That world no longer exists.

* * * *
You are already dead; just don’t know when or how.

* * * *
Flowers were born to entice; it is a Darwinian strategy.

* * * *
For those forever pursuing the ultimate answer, here it is: There is no answer.

* * * *
Imagination will never find any truth that is not imagery.

* * * *
A busy mind is its own miasma.

* * * *
The issue is not the weapon; the issue is the mind that wields the weapon.​

* * * *
There is no fear in the moment, only in imagination.

* * * *
Madness across the board; the definition of cancer.

* * * *
To not care is to be free.

* * * *
The hunger that never ceases.

* * * *
You know enough to know there is so much more to know, and so much more to not know, as well.

* * * *
As if you have to prove anything to anyone.

* * * *
Philosophers are among Mother Nature’s most indolent, impractical creations.

* * * *
As if anything means anything.

* * * *
What’s any point ever been but imaginary notion.

* * * *
Too bound by tribal notion to discern that which is without affiliation.

* * * *
So many shoulda-coulda-wouldas.

* * * *
It is what you do, not what you say, that counts.

* * * *
The usurpers always find ways to pervert the best intentions with one toll booth or another.

* * * *
What is all knowledge, all experience, but imagination playing itself real.

* * * *
Can you really remember more than traces of perception?

* * * *
Solution? To what?

* * * *
Life is waiting even while you are doing; doing even while you are waiting.

* * * *
The body is every moment never the same; the body is every moment exactly the same.

* * * *
The ever-expanding box.

* * * *
The Earth’s crust will reek of human scar tissue for a long, long time.

* * * *
Imagination will never find and answer that is not imagery.

* * * *
A busy mind is its own miasma.

* * * *
A sloth has more meaning and purpose than a philosopher.

* * * *
Time is an imaginary construct, a collusion to which only humankind religiously adheres.

* * * *
Your universe is as small as it is big.

* * * *
Yet another flight of imagination.

* * * *
It is all one; what more do you want it to be?

* * * *
Still that mind and what have you got.

* * * *
Why waster words of insight on fools whose actions only bring about further disarray?

* * * *
It is up to you to be indivisibly free; nobody else really cares one way or another.

* * * *
Pleasure and pain, one is not without the other.

* * * *
People move on, as do you.

* * * *
More lip service to corruption.

* * * *
Yet another line in the sand.

* * * *
To want more than the moment, is to fear its immediacy.

* * * *
Facades all.

* * * *
It was never about you.

* * * * 
The mortal frame is owned and operated by no one.

* * * *
Recognition is after the fact.

* * * *
Remember what?

* * * *
The only real war is imaginary self versus true Self, and little self must lose to win.

* * * *
Enough education to know better.

* * * *
Did that really happen, or was it just a dream? What difference, really?

* * * *
The moment is instantaneous and true.

* * * *
Big is relative to what?

* * * *
Yet another day of agony and ecstasy underway.

* * * *
Just when you start lulling yourself into believing absurdity cannot possibly get any more absurd …

* * * *
When the entire universe is but a speck in your awareness, you will be you.

* * * *
To see the consequences, the ripples of any action, can be both blessing and curse.

* * * *
It sounded good until it didn’t.

* * * *
There is true Self, and there is imaginary self; which are you right now?

* * * *
Some serve heaven, some hell, some both; states of mind only attachment knows.

* * * *
One day, nothing came knocking; if nothing can knock, that is.

* * * *
Dust knows no bounds.

* * * *
Grappling with existence every day in every conceivable way.

* * * *
There are no happy endings.

* * * *
Never doubt your equality to all.

* * * *
So far beyond turning it around as to make it ludicrous to even bother about it.

* * * *
Nothing is what it seems​.

* * * *
The trick is to not believe your own propaganda.

* * * *
Whistleblowers are often more loyal to the mission than its leaders.

* * * *
How can there be an ending without a beginning?

* * * *
Shades of so it goes.​

* * * *
So much propaganda as to wonder if there is any truth to muster.

* * * *
Yet another non-essential factoid for history to quickly forget.

* * * *
Feminine mystique? More like feminine fallacy.

* * * *
Mind full, mind empty, mind divided, mind united, desire and fear the ties that bind.

* * * *
A different sort of hunger.

* * * *
Life is in the living: timeless, indivisible, immortally ever-present, 

* * * *
Right here, right now.

* * * *
Be they heaven or hell or the purgatory between, all politics are local.

* * * *
Is that what is going ion, or what you imagine is going on?

* * * *
Yet another nuance.

* * * *
Truth stands alone, indivisibly timeless.

* * * *
Turning the inner eye inward, that’s the trick.

* * * *
How quickly a sound bite can sway the mob.

* * * *
Forget yourself before history does.

* * * *
All that desire, all that fear, why cling to it?

* * * *
Even more bad boy, even more bad girl.

* * * *
Pure mind is real mind.

* * * *
Embrace the truth every moment you discern it.

* * * *
Life can be harsh, life can be kind; fate has no preference.

* * * *
Be the awareness, be the attention.

* * * *
Do not confuse who you play with what you are and are not.

* * * *
Neither alive nor dead, you are.

* * * *
No such thing as wasting time; how can you waste that which does not exist.

* * * *
Yesterday and today and tomorrow are all the same future past.

* * * *
What care the sands of time?

* * * *
Truth is a love-hate-embrace-endure relationship.

* * * *
Future-past is in each and every moment as it happens in the awareness of consciousness.

* * * *
Dive into the abyss of aloneness, and know the indelible peace of Self.

* * * *
​Understand and forget … understand and forget … understand and forget … et cetera, et cetera …

* * * *
The future is packs of rat dogs howling at the moon.​

* * * *
Gaia interrupted.

* * * *
No matter how many gazillions of things imagination might imagine, it is still just imagination.

* * * *
Some people get good press.

* * * *
Must we all be obscenely obese before we get a handle on our incessant hunger?

* * * *
The sounds of nature are without peer.

* * * *
Carbs in, carbs out.

* * * *
Leave it to scholars and experts to leave no nuance behind.

* * * *
Free will looking forward, fate looking back.

* * * *
Dangity-bangity.

* * * *
The mind is always hungry for more, more, more.

* * * *
Is anyone really any more than a frame of reference playing its record over and over?

* * * *
Yes, you are terribly, wonderfully, very much all alone.

* * * *
Hooked, lined, and sinkered.

* * * *
In the dark places, the demons rally.

* * * *
You are one of a kind, kiddo, one of a kind, as is everybody and everything else.

* * * *
What is any mind but a reflection of perception.

* * * *
Pretending sentience is not sentience.

* * * *
How many can even more than guess what is coming at them?

* * * *
Unintended consequences are inevitable facets of cause and effect.

* * * *
All your DNA cares about is that you keep it rolling.


TITLES, TITLES & MORE TITLES


Nothing More, Nothing Less, Nothing But 

* * * *
You Are Your Own Experiment

* * * *
Letter to the Editor

* * * *
The Seething Greed Machine

* * * *
Pluses and Minuses

* * * *
.22 Bait

* * * *
The Touch of Vanity

* * * *
Wandering Spider Webs

* * * *
Power Collides

* * * *
Pathetic is the Kindest Word for It

* * * *
Once in Awhile

* * * *
The Transparency You Present

* * * *
Rich Man’s Life on a Dime

* * * *
A Collusion of Consciousness

* * * *
What’s Your Gift?

* * * *
A Plebeian, King of No Other

* * * *
The Dark Side Ain’t Dark to Me

* * * *
Dreams Passing in the Night

* * * *
The Way of the Buffet

* * * *
The Schizophrenia of Consciousness

* * * *
That World No Longer Exists

* * * *
Ask Me No Questions And I'll Tell You No Lies

* * * *
Because It Sounds Good

* * * *
It Sounded Good at the Time

* * * *
The Articulation

* * * *
Solution? To What?

* * * *
Words and Deeds

* * * *
Everybody’s Trippin’

* * * *
As If Anything Means Anything

* * * *
The Ever-Expanding Box

* * * *
The Hunger That Never Ceases

* * * *
The Ever-Hungry Mind

* * * *
The Ever-Hungry Mind

* * * *
The Ever-Prideful Mind

* * * *
The Ever-Envious Mind

* * * *
The Ever-Gluttonous Mind

* * * *
The Ever-Lustful Mind

* * * *
The Ever-Wrathful Mind

* * * *
The Ever-Greedy Mind

* * * *
The Ever-Slothful Mind

* * * *
Quantum Chaos, Quantum Order

* * * *
The Loss of Innocence

* * * *
Lip Service to Corruption

* * * *
Midas Rules

* * * *
Remember What?

* * * *
No Name Mystery

* * * *
The Fine Line

* * * *
The Game Changer

* * * *
Enough Education to Know Better

* * * *
Facades All

* * * *
Ground Zero

* * * *
Quantum Dividelessnes

* * * *
The Great Dismantling

* * * *
Yet Another Line in the Sand

* * * *
It Was Never About You

* * * *
Right Here, Right Now

* * * *
Life Can Be Kind

* * * *
Life Can Be Harsh

* * * *
Feminine Mystique, Feminine Fallacy

* * * *
No Happy Endings

* * * *
All Religion is Heresy

* * * *
Contentment is Priceless

* * * *
The Indivisible Way

* * * *
Grappling with Existence

* * * *
Pure Mind, Real Mind

* * * *
The Tsunamis of Time

* * * *
Fate Has No Preference

* * * *
The Great Allness

* * * *
Nothing Is What It Seems​

* * * *
Shades of So It Goes.

* * * *
Every Conceivable Way

* * * *
The Feminine Fallacy

* * * *
Dark, Too Dark to See

* * * *
The Sands of Time

* * * *
From First Breath to Last

* * * *
The Great Clarifying

* * * *
A Different Sort of Hunger

* * * *
Dust Knows No Bounds

* * * *
How Quickly a Soundbite Can Sway the Mob

* * * *
Yet Another Nuance

* * * *
Life is in the Living

* * * *
Gaia Interrupted

* * * *
Ironic Sorrow, Ironic Joy

* * * *
Prone to Delusion

* * * *
In The Dark Places, The Demons Rally

* * * *
Engaged in a Dream

* * * *
Dangity-Bangity

* * * *
Hooked, Lined, and Sinkered

* * * *
Quantum Mist

* * * *
Carbs In, Carbs Out

* * * *
The Sounds of Nature

* * * *
Ironic Joy

* * * *
Not Concrete At All

* * * *
Free Will Looking Forward, Fate Looking Back

* * * *
The Every Moment of Future-Past

* * * *
The Mind is Always Hungry for More


COROLLARIES


POSSIBLE LAST WORDS & EPITAPHS


Neither alive nor dead, I Am


BREADCRUMBS


I am a liar, I am a cheat, I am a thief, and I plot murder and mayhem daily.
That said, hypocrisy and pretentiousness are not strangers at the table, either.

* * * *
No power, no fame, no fortune, no bother.
A peasant, a plebeian, pure and simple and free.
Watching the cabaret as only no other can.

* * * *
The things so many think important, I just don’t understand.

* * * *
Know too much history to bother fighting its unfolding.

* * * *
A plebeian, king of no other.

* * * *
Even if these thoughts had been penned thousands of years ago, it would have made no difference.
The innate predispositions of pride and envy and gluttony and lust and wrath and greed and sloth
Are far too resilient for the human species to have played it out differently in any significant way.

* * * *
Probably could have done a lot of things that matter even less that what I did.

* * * *
Because it sounds good, that’s why.

* * * *
Don’t need to know; don’t need to care.

* * * *
For an audience with the eyes to see and the ears to hear.

* * * *
So many shoulda-coulda-wouldas.

* * * *
Found out that last bug I squashed was God,
Which assuaged my guilt somewhat.
If I had known beforehand,
I might have taken more time.

* * * *
Have done far too many foolish things to warrant any great title.

* * * *
It sounded good at the time.

* * * *
So many things to care about, and I just don’t want to anymore.

* * * *
You can bet if I had a billion dollars in the piggy bank
That I would pretty much be doing what I am already doing.
Wealth is a state of mind; it does not require a massive pile of gold.

* * * *
My contribution to the esoteric mix.

* * * *
Obituaries are not something about which I bother tracking.
Everyone is assumed dead unless I see proof of life,
And then only while the moment lasts.

* * * *
When it comes to dealing with the mystery of existence,
History seems to have dished up every possible delusion imaginable.
These many thoughts are for those whose only real hunger
Is to discern the truth of it for themselves.

* * * *
An everyday affair of heart and mind played out by a body dallying in time.

* * * *
Yes, among the many advantages of word processing,
The dictionary, thesaurus, and spell-check rank high.

* * * *
Another transcendent moment articulated.

* * * *
A gift for a world without a future.

* * * *
Many far more articulate philosopher-mystics out there than I, to be sure.

* * * *
Oh, duality, release me from thy clutches.

* * * *
Grappling with existence every day in every conceivable way.

* * * *
It is tiring when I do it, and even more so when you do.

* * * *
Did I write these many thoughts?
Or did they inscribe themselves through me?
Another uninspiring example of don’t-know-don’t-care.
It just be a diversion, something that passes a portion of the dream.

* * * *
I am forgetting myself long before history will.

* * * *
A vehicle on a journey through hell and heaven and every purgatory between.

* * * *
What I have to teach cannot be taught; it is a fate to which few feel called.

* * * *
All these thoughts will change nothing; so pointless that I keep putting them out there anyway.

* * * *
Not a skillset that I have ever contemplated, much less been inspired to learn.

* * * *
Lacking any particular agenda in this existence,
I just sort of took on whatever adventures, exotic to mundane,
That life offered in the unfolding happenstance.

* * * *
I really prefer my own thoughts to those of any other.

* * * *
Not a dittohead.

* * * *
How to be as lazy as possible, without being too lazy.

* * * *
I may be too old for you, but you ain’t too young for me.

* * * *
Just as small-mindedly parochial as everybody else.

* * * *
I’d put a bullet in my head before I’d mount that look.

* * * *
How did I offend thee? Let me mend the ways.


CONVERSATIONS


DEFINITIONS


evolution | ˌiːvəˈluːʃ(ə)n, ˈɛvəluːʃ(ə)n |
noun

1  the evolution of language: development, advancement, growth, rise,
progress, expansion, unfolding; transformation, adaptation, modification, revision.

2  his interest in evolution: Darwinism, natural selection.

The idea of organic evolution was proposed by some ancient Greek thinkers but was long rejected in
Europe as contrary to the literal interpretation of the Bible. Lamarck proposed a theory that organisms
became transformed by their efforts to respond to the demands of their environment. Lyell demonstrated
that geological deposits were the cumulative product of slow processes over vast ages. This helped Darwin
towards a theory of gradual evolution over a long period by the natural selection of those varieties of an
organism slightly better adapted to the environment and hence more likely to produce descendants.
Combined with the later discoveries of the cellular and molecular basis of genetics, Darwin's theory of
evolution has, with some modification, become the dominant unifying concept of modern biology.

A reflection by Joshua Ferris: Evolution implies in its most fundamental form an organism’s natural
progression over the course of time, either by accident or by adaption. This is quite different from
how Darwinism has come to be used, to the point that I would argue they are not really relatable. In
its most fundamental form, Darwinism implies a cutthroat competition among any two things to guarantee
the survival of the fittest. While an organism may evolve over time by means of some natural and self
sustaining mechanism, something locked in Darwinian struggle prevails over its terrestrial competition
through shrewd, violent, and/or unnatural means. The difference has implications for certain judgments
moral, scientific, and metaphysical—we make about the world. Darwinism frequently implies an agent,
usually a human one, aggressively seeking to triumph, while evolution is a process typically but not
always correctly assumed to be beneficial but godless, lacking an agent. Those who might readily
encourage a Darwinian wrestling match might be expected to dismiss evolution out of hand.
(The senator from Kansasengaged in a Darwinian campaign to keep evolution out of the schools.)

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natural selection |ˈnaCH(ə)rəl səˈlekSH(ə)n |

(evolutionary theory) A process by which heritable traits
conferring survival and reproductive advantage to individuals, or related individuals,
tend to be passed on to succeeding generations and become more frequent in a population,
whereas other less favorable traits tend to become eliminated;
the differential survival and reproduction of phenotypes.