A theory that “tolerates exceptions” is doing no work at all, simply wandering along behind the data like a puppy on a leash.
One of my favorite poems (actually, a famous extract from the longer work Jubilate Agno) is Christopher Smart’s “To My Cat Jeoffrey.”
Here is a thought-provoking hypothesis in this week’s Science. I wonder how (or if) it could be tested.
When Phil started talking, his diminutive stature and drab appearance melted away, replaced by a series of powerful arguments sharpened with irony and deadly accurate humor.
What if there is genuine directionality in mutation? An important paper addresses the subject.