Intelligence is overrated, anyway. Intelligence is about discerning the latest thing we’re supposed to be going along with. It makes you very good at sniffing the air. Sensing the opportunities. Seizing the main chance. Intelligence is what makes you move vey cleverly with the crowd.
In the end, intelligence is always dragooned. It’s always held hostage. Always press-ganged into service. Even as it’s always pleased with itself. With its ability to ride the tiger. To work out what’s hot and what’s not. To know the right flag to wave. The right thing to virtue-signal.
Which is why intelligence is always pleased with itself. Always smug.
It’s all about participating in the lies, intelligence. Knowing which lies to tell. And how they’re supposed to be told. It’s about maintaining the lies. Furthering them. Telling more lies about the lies!
Because intelligence is all about greasing the wheels. Greasing its own wheels. Because intelligence is opportunistic, basically. Making sure it survives, which it always does.
Which is why intelligence always loves authority. It worships authority. Which is why it’s conformist.
Stupidity, on the other hand … is completely different. Stupidity’s incapable of opportunism. It never thinks about itself. About its own interests.
What is stupidity thinking about, then?
About nothing in particular. About nothing yet. Stupidity’s vague … The funny thing is that no one wants to be an idiot. No one calls themselves an idiot and means it. They think they’re smart enough to know their so called idiocy. As though they could outwit it. That they can master it, their own idiocy. And that they are therefore most assuredly not idiots.
In the end, no one knows their idiocy, which is to say, the idiosyncrasies of your idiocy. It’s particularity. The way your idiocy is different to everyone else’s idiocy. Your idiocy is the most personal thing about you – did you know that? The most singular thing. The thing that really sets you apart. Much more than your so-called intelligence.
Idiocy’s about who you cannot help but be. It’s about the way that you can’t lie. It’d about who you are despite your opportunism. And wheel-greasing.
And what about genius? Does genius exist?
Genius is about thinking unashamedly from your idiocy. About realising your own legitimate strangeness. No one’s as stupid as an idiot.
Work in Progress 