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The things in Xiang Shan’s eyes beca different.

After downloading the information from DNA, the polypeptide long chain becos a rope with designated characteristics. Each segnt of this long chain, due to its own charge, either attracts or repels other parts. This unstable structure cannot be maintained for long. The fundantal laws of the universe demand that it fall to the most stable and lowest energy state.

Soone like Xiang Shan might use the analogy of "headphone wires getting tangled."

But this is actually an inappropriate analogy. The primary function for which headphone wires are designed is not "to beco tangled."

The polypeptide chain carrying information, however, exists to fold into proteins. It has a spontaneous purposiveness.

The originally unconscious nature, within an almost infinite probability and spontaneous selection, produces a landscape that is almost "purposeful."

On this "chain," the charge carried by each segnt of the "link" transforms into tiny vectors that push the long chain to fold in the designated direction, causing the whole to fall until the total energy of the system reaches its lowest.

This process is not random but is within the chaos...

"Purpose"? "Intention"?

No, they are "musical notes."

In his youth, Yawgmoth Voigt spent much ti on music. His brain had another system, non-rational, non-rigorous, capable of occupying the "brain resources for processing emotions and irrational thinking" to think in rhythm. Perhaps this system was incorporated into another system during his later studies—a cold, rational world constructed with strictness, a world not only belonging to him but also to all mbers of the scientific community.

Xiang Shan couldn’t express this feeling, and Yawgmoth himself probably wasn’t aware of it. This skill didn’t occur consciously but erged spontaneously as a patch when the brain, this non-precise instrunt, operated for a long ti.

In Yawgmoth’s eyes, the tiny vectors dictating the folding of polypeptide long chains were like invisible hands playing an intangible lody.

The reactions occurring every mont within the cell beca a grand symphony completed by countless invisible musicians working together.

However, this "grand symphony" is nothing like a symphony in the conventional sense, with clear structures and precise coordination. It’s filled with crude and simple cooperation, a lot of impromptu performances, nearly uncontrollable yet miraculously harmonious collaboration...

A form that’s free and unrestrained.

Rather than saying it’s "full of life," it’s better to say that it is "life itself."

Xiang Shan couldn’t help but ponder while stroking his chin: "Although Yog barely touched instrunts after university. Could he have the potential for composition as well? Yet he views ’music’ as a talent he’s already given up... his own inherent notion."

Yawgmoth once loved music. So he felt that not dedicating himself entirely to music ant he didn’t have the ability to reap rewards in the realm of music.

Just like how Xiang Shan didn’t think that having received the Ninth Martial God’s legacy would enable advanced biological research.

Consciousness imposes invisible shackles on oneself.

Yawgmoth was actually quite adept at performing. During the secret wars, when fighting alongside Xiang Shan, many "attention-grabbing" concepts were his creations. And the Ninth Martial God is practically "an AI playing ’Yawgmoth acting as Xiang Shan’," where Yawgmoth used nurous politicians and orators to enhance the Ninth Martial God’s incitent power. Yet, the Ninth Martial God’s basic skills as a singer weren’t optimized much through deep learning; instead, it was a further developnt of Yawgmoth’s skills combined with Xiang Shan’s mindset.

To disregard the "depth" accumulated by human knowledge or to ignore the high degree of specialization of disciplines and simplistically say "the supre way is simple, and thus the pinnacle has no difference" is to show imnse disrespect to predecessors.

But all human skills are rely results of the human brain reflecting the external world. It must exist within the human brain, able to be accommodated by the biological brain.

Humans created "language," yet language cannot truly accommodate the truth. It was a tool for hunter-gatherers to exchange information and was not designed to contain the truth. Thus, all intellectuals in the world define "truth" as sothing ineffable, not to be written, and never to beco an idol.

Only fools relentlessly seek and record their observations of the world in words. After undergoing several rounds of "seeking the greatest common divisor," these spiritless writings inexplicably transform into science.

Yet, until now, science still hasn’t accommodated the truth.

At the frontiers of science, at the boundary of human cognition, the greatest scientists lose the magic of "language." They’re confronted with the unknown, things not yet described by words or paradigms. Their circumstances bear no difference from ancestors a hundred thousand years ago.

They can only confront the vast cosmos with the undefined parts of their minds.

Beyond the boundaries of human rationality, the universe as seen by human eyes is not so delightful.

Rationality may not truly process the most primitive insights in the human brain.

Every scholar finds it difficult to explain the original source of their inspiration. The mathematician Ramanujan from India described all his mathematical insights as mysteries revealed to him in dreams by the goddess Lakshmi. Whereas his friend in mathematics, Hardy, was a staunch atheist. Hardy sought "beauty." He described it this way, "We might not exactly understand what a beautiful poem ans, but that doesn’t hinder us from recognizing its beauty upon reading."

In different scientists, those primitive inspirations manifest in distinctly different forms. It may be the deity for Ramanujan, the poetic beauty sought by Hardy, the improvisation from Einstein’s violin, or the mystery Newton sought in the biblical texts.

Regardless of the source, once these thoughts fall into words, they harmoniously beco a system.

"Why? Could it be... because of the brain’s resource allocation? Rational thinking always has resources it can’t tap? So it uses non-rational thinking? Because of long-term thinking, has the non-rational part also beco part of one’s thinking system?"

"Human brains ultimately have limits, so..."

Oh, right.

Inner Strength already contains similar skills.

That is, through Linked Perception, it invades the brain’s primitive functions, utilizing part of the brain resources originally focused on processing sensory information to engage in computer hacking and defense, achieving magic-like hacking skills.

Xiang Shan and others achieved this realm using drugs, surgery, ditation, and long-term skill training.

And the fools’ long quest was the primitive version of this training, with so differences in purpose than today’s Inner Strength, but essentially similar.

ditation was a psychological therapy that the ancients summarized in accordance with the brain’s nature.

"You can’t help but lant that two hundred years ago, we were forced to be too utilitarian." Xiang Shan couldn’t help but lant in his heart, "The prelude to the cognitive revolution had actually erged long before."

This was Yawgmoth’s "rock festival" within his heart, the grand movent of life.

Sothing Xiang Shan had neither seen nor heard of.

"You have to admit, you’re really lacking in this area, seriously lacking." "Fervor" closed its eyes, as if listening to the rock festival beat between polypeptide chain modeling, "Xiang Shan rarely catches sight of such a spectacle."

"But there are occasions. For instance, like when we discovered the thod to reveal the mysteries of Argon..."

"Can the ’inspiration of a lightning bolt through the night sky’ compare to this ’endless musical festival’?"

Xiang Shan fell silent for a long ti.

"Alright, alright, I admit I’m far from good in this respect. I’m the Oppenheir type, and he’s the Einstein type. Revolutionary roles differ; there’s no hierarchy of value."

Before entering the Argon project, Inga and Kanhara were both committed to finding the source of their exceptional linguistic talent. They wanted to articulate the reasons they could learn languages.

So what about others?

Zhu Xinyu used "intuition."

And Anatoly?

"This is really quite interesting, indeed."

Xiang Shan severed the connection with external devices. He finally heard the music lingering in his ears.

He thought of another possibility.

Perhaps it’s because the human brain isn’t "large enough" to accommodate two peak skills simultaneously, so in so individuals, this situation has changed, with one skill integrating into an unrelated skill in a way only they can understand, articulating the "external unknown" and "their own sensibility."

But...

"Ah, right, Cybern can rely on external devices to continuously expand the brain."

Xiang Shan is outstanding in areas accessible to ordinary humans.

And under the information brought by the Ninth Martial God, he finally saw through Yawgmoth’s perspective, unveiling the world in the eyes of a genius.

What does Xiang Shan need now?

Which type of transformation plan? What type of training thod?

Xiang Shan once again imrsed his mind in that "endless music festival."

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