Such a creative description of where we have landed, not on an island, but in a maelstrom, as you have described it, quite true. The sentences: “Small ideas grow, wither, die. It’s only the memetic megafauna that survive.” capture the congruity that overtakes complexity. Amused by the “Galapagos syndrome for ideas.” A question, as we converge completely, where will we go to refresh ideas and gain refreshed growth? Or continue in the urban sprawl of the hyperconnected mind?