I am deeply skeptical of anyone who earnestly claims to be an opponent of all stupidity based upon the strengths of their own vast intellect. Particularly when such claims are linked to comic book plot devices. Nothing against comics--I've got friends in the industry. I'm just saying.
I mean, I'm a genius and all, but I Google on the shoulders of giants and, quite frequently, am stupid myself. It's part of my charm.
I can honestly think of nothing more foolish than slathering on the hubris because of the efficient arrangement of three pounds of neural tissue. It's like being proud of a big penis: no matter what the accidents of birth gave you, if all you do is spend your time pounding away like a braying donkey you're not much of an improvement over the microphallic mutant in the next exhibit.
Even more amusing is that people who are actually intelligent, insofar as they use their bit of gray matter to exercise the quintessential human talent of logos or reason as best they can, don't even bother entering into debate with such prideful folks, because their constant chatter has made it evident that it would be a waste of time to do so.
This is what emerges when rhetoric is thoroughly confused with reason: a crop of well-spoken dolts.
Ah well. This is actually Occult Saturday!, and because I'm lazy today I'll toss another bit of Barrett's The Magus at you, concerning Intelligences and Spirits, which is entirely unrelated to everything else you've just read.
NOW, consequently, we must discourse of intelligences, spirits, and angels. An intelligence is an intelligible substance, free from all gross and putrifying mass of a body, immortal, insensible, assisting all, having influence over all; and the nature of all intelligences, spirits, and angels is the same. But I call angels here, not those whom we usually call devils, but spirits so called from the propriety of the words, as it were, knowing, understanding, and wise. But of these, according to the tradition of magicians, there are three kinds; the first of which we call super-celestial, and minds altogether separated from a body, and, as it were, intellectual spheres worshipping only one God, as it were, their most firm and stable unity or centre. Wherefore they even call them Gods, by reason of a certain participation in the Divinity, for they are always full of God. These are only about God, and rule not the bodies of the world, neither are they fitted for the government of inferior things, but infuse the light received from God into the inferior orders, and distribute every one's duty to all of them.
And there you have it. Now, I'm off to the X-Box, where I can make people's heads explode with my mind.
