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Imagine being a Palaeolithic human.
You spend three days tracking a mammoth across frozen tundra. Risk your life with a sharpened stick. Finally bring the thing down. Crack open the skull for the brain fat. Shatter the femurs for marrow. Carve off the fatty cuts and feed the family.
And all the while, according to modern dietetics, you are slowly poisoning yourself with the deadliest food known to mankind.
But you keep doing it. For 2.5 million years. Generation after generation. Because you are, apparently, thick as mince. Just an absolute imbecile, refusing to forage for the wholegrain oats and chickpeas that the Guardian health section will one day recommend.
Strange thing happens though.
Your brain triples in size on all that deadly saturated fat. You develop language. You invent tools. You domesticate fire, then animals, then crops you didn't even need. You build cities. Cathedrals. Symphonies. Mathematics. You sail across oceans on hunches. You map the stars. You split the atom. You walk on the moon.
All while, we're told, slowly killing yourself with the exact food that powered every single one of those achievements.
Two and a half million years of suicide and you still managed to invent the wheel, the printing press, penicillin, and the internal combustion engine.
Then a man in a lab coat in 1977 looks at some flawed data, points at a steak, and says: "Actually, lads. You've been doing it wrong this whole time."
Evolution is wild.

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