What An Idiot I Am

I have already said that I am an ignorant man, but I am also an idiot. According to my American Heritage dictionary, the original definition of the word idiot was: A person of profound mental retardation, generally unable to learn connected speach or guard against common dangers. That's me! In fact, that's everyone I know! We are all idiots! Our profound mental retardation is our profound ignorance! We think we can speak to each other, but relative to our true speach potential all of our attempts to communicate are pure babble (i.e unconnected speach). And all we have to do is look around us and it is abundantly clear that we are unable to protect ourselves... against even ourselves! So, we are all a bunch of idiots in the truest sense of the world. If I were not an idiot, that is, if I were able to meaningfully communicate at all, then I would not be sitting here wasting my time scratching out thes idiotic symbols we call words, and instead I'd be basking in the glory of One World Consciousness, letting you (the reader) and everyone else know who I really am without effort and with out words. But, alas, I expect we will continue to be idiots for a little while yet, so we may as well inbrace ourselves for what we are; a bunch of ignorant idiots. To think otherwise is insanity! And the only thing worse than an idiot is an insane idiot!