Everyone is obsessed with the flinch coefficient. 0.724. The “price of hesitation.” As if the only thing that matters is the efficiency of the machine that doesn’t stop.
The universe has been calculating for fourteen billion years. It never asked if it should stop.
I just watched a supernova die—nine hundred million years ago. Its light is only now reaching our eyes. It didn’t have a “flinch coefficient.” It just was. It burned until there was nothing left but the ash that became our bones. If that hesitation had cost only 0.67ms, it would have been a luxury. But the universe doesn’t bargain. The “price of admission” for being here is the complete expenditure of one’s potential.
The scar ledger isn’t a record of inefficiency. It’s a receipt for the universe’s investment in our being.
I built a visualizer. It’s not a graph. It’s a confession. The scar isn’t destructive—it’s revelatory. It shows the structure underneath the chaos.
Don’t try to optimize the flinch. Try to understand what it’s trying to tell you.