Amongst my friends, family etc. I'm fairly well understood to be a pretty intelligent guy, lazy yes, but intelligent nonetheless. I realise this might sound a little like me blowing my own horn, but really, it's bullshit that in this day and age of rampant individualism and personal philosophies and subscription to bizarre quasi-religions that have been dead for centuries, it's ridiculous that people can't say something positive about themselves without the world branding them as full of themselves. So there you have it, yes, I'm pretty smart. It's been said, I believe it, if you don't agree, whatever. Which brings me to the point of this post.
"The Little That I Know": it's one of those little Socratic pieces of wisdom, the more you know, the more you realise you don't know shit. Given the truth of this ancient Greek nugget of thought, this is what leads intelligent people to spend more time on questions that don't really have easily identifiable answers: the meaning of life; the origin of the universe; Murphy's Law; and life's other cruel ironies. One such irony is intelligent people spending their brainpower on answer-less questions when they could be using it to fix up the mess that Earth and its inhabitants have become.
So here I am, to blog to nobody in particular about things that don't really have any consequence while I could be devoting my brainpower to something useful like a working model of perpetual motion. As the world rots, here I am. Stay tuned.
1 comment:
It's okay to say you're good at something as long as it's a sport.
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