I used to be smart. I got to go to college free by betting someone, when I was 14, that Bobby Fischer couldn't beat me at chess. The match was at UT/Austin and he didn't beat me. I didn't beat him either, or course - but I tied him. That won the bet. I phrased the bet that way purposefully.
Sometimes I still flatter myself that I can see things other people can't - or don't - or won't. I'm not smart anymore, but I still think differently than everyone else. Maybe that's good - maybe it isn't. But it's my gift - or my burden - and I live with it. Preferable in a condition of hermitage.
I don't care what anyone else does, or collects, or believes - and I don't care whether anyone else cares what I think, or why. My explanations are insufficient for all but a few thousand inhabitants of the planet in any case.
If you don't like what I write, don't read it. I cannot explain lateral leaps.
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