In the previous post, I described two survival systems: one oriented toward information, one toward social cohesion. The autistic information drive produces friction: the café stranger, the colleague with links when you needed a hug. But it also produces something else.
Picture a tribal council. The leader has spoken. The plan is agreed. Everyone around the fire has nodded. One person says: "But the herd tracks go the other way."
Silence. Eyes. The weight of having contradicted the chief in front of everyone.
The tracks went the other way.
The puzzle
