My Pyramid Scheme
When I was about 15 years old, I realized I knew everything. Not from the perspective of “My parents don’t get me”, or “The world operates for silly and ridiculous reasons that I could fix in a heart beat if I cared” typical way, but a true metaphysical understanding of the world and its workings.
I thought myself deep, advanced and skilled in wielding mental wizardry that revealed the fundamental roots to all life and non-life. I could see yen and yang while others could only think to tattoo the symbol somewhere on their bodies hoping to gain its strength through some odd absorbing process.
I wrote a great mass of this wisdom down, often in lyrical poetic form because intelligence, *true* intelligence spoke through artistic forms that related to math such as music, meter and measurements.
Before I drag you too far along, I assure you I’m wrong. This isn’t a post about how I thought I was right but now I’m right. It’s about being wrong in a rather infinite way. Maybe more importantly to me (and I stress *me*) is what do I do with that?