The Prophet founds new games, which yield new delicious byproducts. The creative frontier starts large and uncrowded until everyone’s squeezed. The Royal Society, just twelve geeks meeting on Wednesdays, compare notes toward novel method. More parallel hierarchies means more paths for status advancement, plus a diversity of goods at market. Every tourney’s a pyramid scheme for early-mover reasons; recruiting new members to beef out the team’s just second nature. Every freeway needs an onramp. Sheer numbers lend their own legitimacy; scale and force their own formidable logic.