“Really, what is complexity?” said the minotaur, moving a pawn forward. “Layers. As you add the layers, your structure becomes more complex. Yet each layer in itself is simple.”
“I’m not sure I agree,” said Theseus. He considered, then shifted his bishop. “Complexity comes from decisions. Comparing options requires processing capability, knowledge, and luck. In a word, wisdom.”
The minotaur regarded the board solemnly. “It’s true. With each choice we make, we close a dozen doors. In the end, it seems as though the whole was inevitable.” He stood, horns brushing the ceiling.
“Yes,” said Theseus. He drew his blade.
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