I'm Probably the Most Intelligent Person I know.

I am probably the most intelligent person I know.

There. I said it. I think this thought has been lingering in my mind since quite a while. It is a very sad thought. A vague, lonely thought. I always knew I was slightly smarter than the average guy. But I never thought it would come to this. It only helps then, that I know very few people.

Here's what frustrates me. Whenever I go searching for intelligent people, I inevitably am faced with the band of  philosophers and scientists of our time. I get the self-help gurus here too. These are like one collection of people of a very closely knit in an interlinked thought-castle. These are people of a similar, mostly American, liberal, communal inclination.

Most of their talk is focused on blaspheming against religion, mostly Christianity.  We might delve into why this is so, but for the purpose of this post, it suffices to say that these people are overly repetitive, and sick in their own obsessive disgruntlement against what is not even a real problem I, or anyone, faces.

These are not intelligent people. These are just a different brand of fanatics, posing as intelligent people.

Then there are the self-help folks. They try to tell people how to improve their lives. They tell success stories and biographies, and give lots of advice. But, as we can all really see, their advice has failed to alter the life of even a single person. I am yet to meet anyone who can truthfully claim that their self-help effort has benefited in any real way. Hasn't anyone seen that their stuff isn't working? But they perpetuate their madness.

These are definitely not intelligent people, either.

The thing is, intelligent people, are truly silent most of the time. They are compelled to spend their time, attention and energy on looking at new things, learning new things, experiencing new things.

They don't give much importance to the endeavor of self aggrandizement. That is because they know that self aggrandizement, will fail to give them any true satisfaction, appreciation or attention.

That's the sad thing about intelligent people. You probably haven't befriended them. You have ignored them and let them be to their own, quiet, satisfied life. To their rather lonely life.

The loneliness of an intelligent man is two fold. The first of the actual physical loneliness. The second loneliness is at a deeper level. For me, even if I have someone talking to me for hours, I know they shall never appreciate the depth of what I mentioned. They, I am pretty sure, will not understand way I am actually saying, what I am saying.

Now, let me clarify the concept of human intelligence here. By intelligence, i don't mean achievement in any way. I don't mean succeeding in having made a huge fortune, or being good at social situations, or creativity or making the worlds most successful social network or something along those lines. I don't mean getting good marks in school or college or being academically sound. I don't mean being a fast number cruncher who can perform computer like calculations with astonishing quickness.

By intelligence, what I mean, is the ability to see reality: unmorphed, unenamored. Intelligence is to see what exists, to understand it's context of existence and to see the limits of it's existence. Simply put, Intelligence is the ability to see reality in it's purist form. That's all there is to it. It does not guarantee success, it does not give any competitive advantage to the one possessing it. It simply see's the truth, without any ulterior motive.

That is what I have come to understand what human intelligence is.

But I digress. I am, unfortunately, the most intelligent person I personally know. I wish people were more intelligent than me. I wish I had just one such friend(or girlfriend) who could show me what is real beyond what I already know, what I can already see. Being with most of the people around me is weird.

The thing that most strikes me about people is the certainty they hold with their opinions and knowledge. They are always sure of everything. The general sentence structure, while conversing is assertive. On the other hand, I am never too sure of my conjectures. I always have a lot of doubt. Perhaps, probably, maybe, most likely, and other such expressions are used by me copiously throughout the day, both while conversing and writing. But I don't see most people doing that. They simply make assertive statements. I find it a bit irksome at times.

I really have been searching for just one intelligent companion. Just one to start with. Maybe there is a secret corner in the world where all the honest, intelligent people of the world gather. But I need one intelligent person to begin with, for now.

Every once a while someone strikes me as intelligent I try to befriend him. But soon enough, the shallowness begins to set in, and my looking out, as before, continues.

All love is fake

Yup.

This idea has been with me since a long time, but only recently have I begun feeling it in a more weighty manner. Now, I am not very well versed into this looking at myself thingy. I am not very good at seeing the mechanics of my ego clearly. But this idea still stands true.

I see how people function and all I see is veiled self interest. I am much as I can see myself, I see the same thing. I have never done anything for anyone(Maybe sometimes, very rarely.) without the want for validation of my identity, or personal gain. 

So it stands that, I have really loved nobody. It also stands that nobody ever loved me.

Typing that feels so good. Nobody ever loved me. I always knew this somewhere. But I can say it as a literal fact now.

The only thing that has got me appreciation, love, attention. affection, respect, honor, difference and consideration are my properties. My body or the position that has fallen on my lap somehow. Nothing else. Nothing that was ever told about me was actually about me.

So the love is false on so many different levels. On one level, the one loved is not the actual person but the impression of the person who is loved. Not the actual ego but the idea of the ego that the other person perceives which in no way is related to the actual person.

All the better to see you!

On the other level, even that love is out of self interest.

So who loves whom? Nobody loves anyone. If you feel that you truly love someone, ask yourself, why don't you love someone else instead? 

Or better yet ask yourself, to what degree would the loved one have to change so that you would stop loving them?

Or even better, ask yourself, what makes your loved one special, so as to merit your attention?

When answered clearly, these questions never to fail to point out the falseness of these emotions. These are stories we make up to shield our actual loneliness. We believe in these stories dearly. And no belief is true.

Plainly said, it is a mental(and therefore hormonal) condition. It is a symptom of lies and mental illness of our culture and upbringing.

I don't want to give myself and anyone the impression that my words about this are in any way pessimistic. I just want to stop pretending what is not true, inauthentic and pretentious to be true and meaningful or even beautiful in some way. I want something that is real. If I just remove what is false and energy sapping from my being, I might just make way for something real to blossom.

Vacate my heart!

I must humbly ask everyone to kindly vacate my heart. I ask you today, for if you don't, things are going to get pretty ugly. I might have to force you out, or worse, I might have to burn the heart itself. This, I mention because I know that the entity that resides in my heart has no relation with the real you. What resides in there is just an impression, an ghost. The ghost is creating a haunting and making my life haunted. Therefore, I ask you, oh ghosts, to leave.

I no longer feel scared of you. You draw all your energy from me. From my body, from the attention I pay to things. Of all things, I pay attention to you, and that is what sustains you. That is the only thing that keeps you alive. In the end I will have to cut off that supply that allows you to exist.

So I am gently asking you to leave. I know you all by your names. I know what you stand for and if I don't, I sure the hell will find out.

I will begin by stopping to pay attention to you to see if you go away silently. If you don't, which I'm almost certain you wont, then I'll have to look at your significance more closely. I will look at your history and why you are important for me. I will address that need, or eliminate it. Then, I will, by looking at you clearly, look through you.

In the end, you, to me only exist because of me. To me, you are just a dream character. Just as insubstantial as my own being.

I don't fear the day you'll go away. My behavior has and always will be the same. In fact, your being in my heart, causes me being out of my original character. I do strange and awkward things then. If you're gone, I can go back to the normal me. The normal me is much better, than the one carrying the burden of you 24/7.

A carnage is coming. My heart is going to burn anyway. If you don't leave, you shall find yourself burnt with my heart. So leave, or don't, you're going anyway. It is just that it would be a lot more pleasant for me if I know you are gone prior to the burning.

Ohh, how will life be after you are gone. I won't miss you for sure. There is no missing you, for there was never a you. Tell me, when I had you in my heart, did you know it? Did you appreciate it? Even if you loved me, how did it ever happen to be of importance to you whether I loved you or not? If someone ever loved me, it wouldn't matter if I loved them back or not. So your existence is of no consequence in the real world. It is only a burden on me, and that's the be-all-end-all of it.

I am unspeakably happy, this day has come. The day I get to be courageous enough to make this declaration. I'm thankful of you're being here till today. I enjoyed the pain, the happiness, the faux-companionship, the crazy delusional thinking, and comfort that I had in your presence. But this moment demands some serious growing up. And no growth can take place without me getting rid of the tumor that you all have become.

Getting over it all

In the past few years, I have been trying to leave my beliefs behind me. I have been trying to leave my ego and fears and begin my life sans those.

I cannot judge how far I have come. I started circa the beginning of 2015. I do not know the exact time I started.

But the length of my journey might just be noted as theoretical and theological. I cannot say that much of it is real, in the sense that I still stand as a defined person. That egoic shell is still there.

I need to get personal. I cannot keep studying these books about the journey towards truth. It will lead me nowhere. What I really feel the urge to do is to have honest conversations with myself every day of my life until I have nothing else to tell myself.

I feel tired. My sickness has wreathed my muscles and made my body into a light weakling. I cough out of an empty chest. My physical condition leads me to feel more desperately of my situation. So I need to be a little honest with myself.

I apologize for my incoherence while writing this. But the self is incoherent and jittery and vague. This whole subject is like this. I can see no resolution. Off-course, there is none.

But what have I been doing till now since 2015? I really feel lost. Have I really looked into the reality of my being or have I just being dancing around the bush of concept. I guess, for the most part, I have been doing the latter. I there even a single concern that I had back then that I don't have now? How am I different a person today then I was then? Well, to be honest, I don't care about outer appearances that much today that I did back in those days. But beyond, I am still a scared person.

OH MY GOD. My journey has, I guess, begun NOW. Why am I not excited?

Everything happens at it's appointed time.

This is not a worthless post.

I have been guilty of myself feeing at times that I do things, that I make them happen. But a clear looking at things, shows otherwise. I have never done anything, it is the circumstances that induce the happening, and I act as an agent of circumstance.

If I have goals as of now, those goals might have a utilitarian purpose of giving me motivation towards something. But it ends there. Beyond, goals just give me suffering.

I say it because I have seen it. It is true.I still cherish many a fantasies. But I am sure that they all must go for good. They have no existence in reality. They are fearful projections and hopes. I guess the ego does this because it feels that by making such a projection, it might be realized. What's that, the mind's version of the law of attraction? Clearly, it is not working.

When this nonsense hope and fantasy go away from the mind, I can then have an honest look at my real situation and take action. Before that, I am just passing time.

And as such, if something were to be realized or manifested in front of me, it will all dictate it and it will happen. In that, I have no say.

There is absolutely nothing to do...