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I walk through a very eclectic stretch of Main street America.  I live in the suburbs, I have 4 and some years of college education, I concoct   liberal plots in my free time, I speak four different languages and overall have a stream of consciousness  keeping me alert of all the social changes, challenges accomplishments or injustices.

I think of my intelligence as being above average. What does that mean in the world of fired synapses and logically expressed thoughts?  It means I feel smarter than a baked potato and dumber than any quantum physics theory.

I fear stupidity, ignorance, hate and last but not least old age.  In the end, I believe the only common denominator is old age and death.

Stupidity for one is easy to ignore.  Most of it is a genetic inheritance, so the blame goes easy towards the gene pool, or the creator himself.Depending on one’s mysticism or secular compass stupid is who stupid does.

Ignorance on the other hand, is the genetically altered child of stupidity.  That is the equivalent result of cousins getting drunk and procreating.  You feel sorry for the result but are equally scared at the potential gene land mine hidden underneath.  You step on it, and you are blown into pieces.

I have friends sharing my ideas, making the same jokes and striving towards the same ideals.  I also have acquaintances I respect but grossly disagree on the major social issues.  I never entered an argument with them because of the above-mentioned respect.  My navigating compass is mine but is nowhere near to being the right one.  I believe in it, but I would not dream of making anybody follow its coordinates.

As part of the ignorance pattern I mentioned above, certain groups’ views on life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness are being waved as the only ones I should follow.  Why is it that I have to believe in the same god, obey the same dogma and in return forced to question my respectability because I simply do not trust the same blue print of this thing we call life?

My intelligence, my guide through life is intimately tucked away in the folds of my conscience and I do not reveal it to anybody out of respect for all parties involved.  The “grand daddy “of my being is only mine in its awesome undeniable power.

Fighting our bodies’ , or  sagging parts of our bodies  drifting  for the floor  , senility , blindness and the whole grail of ailments the old age is knownknown for becoming the widespread sagacity.  It doesn’t matter anymore who was smarter, since we all end up not remembering the day of the week or the name of the German nurse who gives us a sponge bath every Tuesday morning.  Or is it Wednesday?

Who cares anymore, gravity and a strike against any rational thought win in the end.