I've gotten used to the frequent feeling of "everything you know is wrong" - or at least, more complicated - as more fields of investigation become computation-

I've gotten used to the frequent feeling of "everything you know is wrong" - or at least, more complicated - as more fields of investigation become computation-friendly and hop on the Moore's Law Express. But once in awhile, something like this comes along and leaves me with skin abrasions on my dragging lower jaw. I'm gobsmacked by the idea that I could stand in the middle of this escarpment and that the ground everywhere, as far as I could see, would be littered with a million years' work of my near ancestors and cousins. Wow.