you're probably not a genius

but you have things to say. maybe not on a substack, but atleast to the people around you. no point to prove, just a heart to offer.

everything razored by your intellect sits like a nice stubble on your chin, no evidence, no context, perfect crime. except the mirror’s quiet witness.

a ✨worldview✨ is a useful thing. the uniqueness of your perspective, however, is more a reflection of where you happen to be looking from, than it is the fulfilment of some prophecy. you are what you do.

& sometimes, you are just wrong. & the completely rational explanation for why you said what you said ignores the context that you avoided registering earlier because it made you uncomfortable. or maybe that's too long a sentence, hm?

The Disease™ has no one, singular, all-healing solution. the cure, if we hope there is any, is an entropically driven process. it arises from nature- dirt, blood, & bricks. & tomato gardens.

what is your final frontier? how long until you give up the bit? until you quit acting like you're in control? who are you trying to impress- i love you anyway.

ideate, please ideate, sit around a round table and get fucking crafty. the more creative the solutions to individual problems, the more momentum the collective force picks up. but ideas only reach somewhere substantial when they circulate through a myriad of feedback loops in a community. & justly, through the perspectives of all stakeholders.

if nobody gets you, you probably don't know what they need either.

but the thing is you do. we shouldn't have to cope.