On a rule hunt, anything goes without saying. Clear instructions with supervision; don't worry about the adjective's fight with itself (it has wanted to be a verb since it was murk). The law is a theory without a testable hypothesis: nature and god and monarchs refuse to spend a standard minute in their chrysalides and thereupon arrive as unbecoming rawness. To be frank, candor ruined the candles (soot on the ceiling does not rule). Give me charity or let me die is the apple stealer's starving plea; Valjean's prison is the cage for humanity's humanity. To search for lost crimes in the braystack is to watch grown adults run for unhesitating president.
The refrain of a trustless polity: "Can an algorithm do it? Then let paper be our emperor!" Civilizations collapse when people depeople people. Or at least that sounds like a ring from a broken before. So it goes*: forget to think and lose ahead, that's how growth will end. When bends all break the river rends, and this flood will not arc.
*See RAND Corporation's report: On Practical Responses to Annihilation
Roman Ryan 