Maybe we’re the only ones who can see the ruins. Who can see the old campus as ruin. As Fallen.
Only those who know their failure. Who refuse to be flattered. Who refuse to think themselves elevated. Who know their idiocy. Only they – us – can see things for what they are.
The ruins appear as the opposite of ruins, to technicians of thought. To opportunist types. To Conventionals. To Typicals. To Generics.
Limited intelligences. Operative intelligences. Functional intelligences. Who are good – oh so good – at playing this world, and the game of this world. Of passing through the levels.
Operators. Wheeler-dealers. Impacters. They might as well be remote controlled. Might as well be apps – and perhaps they are. Might as well be synths …
They can’t see the ruins – of course not. They can’t bear what we bear. They can see what we see.
They’re not Appalled. They’re not Horrified. Only the idiot sees the ruins as ruins. Knows the university is over. The university is finished.
The idiot’s revelation. What the idiot Sees.
Refractory. Backwards. Retrarded. Behind the curve, and behind all curves. Lagging. Yet to catch up, and never catching up.
Missing the cues. Possessed of poor timing. Missing all the opportunities. Not even acting in their own interests. Not even advancing their own cause. Not even helping themselves. Not even coming to their own assistance.
Never horizon-scanning. Never keeping up. Never updating themselves. Never up on what’s happening. Never clued in. Clued up! Never with it.
Never keeping a weather eye open. Never seeing things before anyone else. Not watching trends. Paying no attention. Never the unsleeping eye.
Simply doing what they’re doing. Which doesn’t involve very much.
What’s the opposite of kairos – the opportune moment. The right time to strike?
Work in Progress 