We already had oxymoron–Oxford moron–but this word connotes the fact that thinking is almost never undiluted with stupidity and “blinkering” of some sort. Even when we are seemingly most intelligent, there is always that invisible added perception that remains just outside our peripheral vision. It hides out there, while we smugly proclaim our brilliance.
A story I like to tell is the fact that Einstein lost almost all the money he won for getting awarded the Nobel Prize in the stock market. Further, he was a moral idiot, in that he had promised his first wife–and indirectly his first son–half the money. He failed to keep his promise, which is quite dishonorable in my view.
If normal people are ones you don’t know very well, then I would submit that geniuses are people about whom you only have a limited sample of decision making and behavior. In my view, it is impossible to “be” intelligent. You are always, all your life, only as good as your most recent perception.
This is wonderful. Life asleep is, uh, life asleep.
Was that clever?
I love irony. It is a useful tool.
If you missed that, perhaps it was because I was smumb.
I will add that in my view we are all idiots. The smart idiots realize this fact.