There was a time when we used to lose people. I don’t mean, like, in the middle of a shopping mall in the middle of a circular metal coat-rack, I mean like over the long sunset of life. People careened in and out. We lost touch. That whole “people come into your life for a season or a reason” Hallmark-card thing.
The IYI has a copy of the first hardback edition of The Black Swan on his shelves, but mistakes absence of evidence for evidence of absence. He believes that GMOs are “science”, that the “technology” is not different from conventional breeding as a result of his readiness to confuse science with scientism.