Pattern = Blindfold

We survive by naming shapes.

Lion, lightning, invoice. Commit to memory, move on.

That shorthand spares calories, keeps skin intact, and lets us cross streets without philosophizing about trucks.

The tradeoff: the moment a thing fits a label, its edges fade.

Nuance gets deleted, anomalies slip through the net, the field of possibility shrinks.

Useful for survival, fatal for discovery.