FOR MOST OF ITS 100-YEAR HISTORY, NEUROSCIENCE has embraced a central dogma: a mature adult's brain remains a stable, unchanging, computerlike machine with fixed memory and processing power.
In the morning, when we were already at the dock in Cienaga, my grandfather stood shaving with his straight razor, the door open and the mirror hanging from the frame.
Each individual’s youth faithfully repeats that of his forebears, introducing him to a role that lives on unchanged: it is a “pre-scribed” youth, which, to quote Mannheim again, knows no “entelechy.