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Diagnosis is a searching
Form of pattern recognition—

All naming’s searching for patterns
To arrange and predict the world,

Not such an amazing longing
In humans, who are, after all,

Evolved-to-thrive mechanisms.
What’s more amazing’s your dismay

At the sloppy fit of some names,
Woolliness of diagnosis.

Butterfly nets have holes in them,
And, however much they help you

Snag fluttering scraps of your world,
They’re no good for catching monsters,

And they’re no good to butterflies.
You should expect some names to rip

And those that work to do damage.
You meant them to do your damage.