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Back in the days of my youth in MSU, Marawi, my family would sit round the dinner table, and while having lunch or supper, we would engage in all sorts of talk, from the trivial to the philosophical, from the mundane to the esoteric. I have to say that, apart from formal schooling, I learned most of what I know, from Aardvarks to Zygotes, while enjoying a simple supper of Sinangag, chorizo, or bulad, as my parents mediated over the discussions.

Occasionally (or perhaps I should say, ...