The Stupidest Man That Ever Lived
Born without a brain. Not talked to. No toys. No schooling. No books. No stimulus, whatsoever. No memories, no speech, no thought, whatsoever. No tv, no radio, no movies, no music, no ideas or thoughts or concepts or words or numbers or images or dreams. A drooling, foolish, imbecilic, idiotic, retarded, moronic, twit. He had no personality or self. He was a vegetable, a shell, a nobody, a zero. And because he was the equivalent of a rock, he was worshipped as a sage throughout the world, stolidly staring into space, at one with the universe, undefiled by delusion, ignorant, incurious, mute, dumb, irrelevant, non-rational, uncaring, and oblivious. The embodiment of apathy, non-duality, and -like the universe itself- , emotionless, meaningless, absurd, futile, solitary, detatched, unresponsive, incomprehensible, and indifferent. Well, whatever, nevermind.
The Smartest Person in The Universe
A big brain, operating at 100% capacity, for longer than anyone else, an imagist, with perfect recall, a photographic memory, a speed-reader, a mathematician, a polymath, a multitasker, truly curious about everything, computer-enhanced, and a voracious reader, psychic, telepathic, part of a hive mind, a genius without an off-switch, a polyglot, a historian, a mensan, a mega, superior in all the types of intelligence, like linear or wholistic or athletic, a dancer and martial artist and parkour master and gymnast, emotional, inventing words, a poet, with invisible friends, and eidetic memory, and virtuosic musical skill, ability, and talent, and with breadth and depth of feeling, pushing his limits, challenging herself, courageous and unique (just like everybody else), full of drive and determination and energy and ambition, with creativity and moral intelligence, and full of life, purpose, empathy, and meaning, respect, and consulted for perspective and input and compassion by all. As close to omniscient as could ever be imagined. Number one, a leader, a master, a virtuoso, a deity, a superman, a one of a kind, once in an eon genius, full of piss and vigor, insight, comprehensive understanding, omniscience supreme. Open-minded, endlessly imaginative, and utterly insane.
Me
I’m a 49 year young man, residing in Berkeley CA, who walks dogs, has a blog, and likes music, nature, exercise, books, comedy, and restaurants. And probably drugs, although I haven’t tried them. Other than my psychiatric medications, olanzapine and risperidone. Not a whole lot more to say. Maybe I’m God. That’s enough, isn’t it? I’m single, but not dating, but sex would be fun, of course. I’ve cut it from my life for awhile, now. Just living a routine, somewhat boring, existence, aside from my epic interior life as a deity!
You
Intended reader, dear reader, mysterious reader - what bringeth thou hither? Leave a comment!
Sanity
No voice, no headshocks, or chest pains, or teeth taps! Medication-compliant. Integrated into society. Social, and a valued piece of the human puzzle. Productive, helpful, creative, insightful, curious, engaged, happy. Busy. Not resentful and hating and enraged and suppressed. Maybe even in love! Git r done.
Insanity
Alone and lonely, uninspired, automaton-zombie, oppressed, miserable, vicious, depressed, suicidal, unwell, obese, antisocial, psychotic, possessed, demonic, demented, dim. Unimaginably imaginative?
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