The mind is a terrible thing to waste...

The greatest frustration of my live is our societies’ the mistaken believe that intellectual thought is an activity reserved for the classroom and as a means to establish our intellectual superiority over others, as religious piety is reserved for church, and the assertion of moral superiority over the “unbelievers”. There is - I am afraid - a growing consensus among the young that intelligence is a thing to be cultivated only by those who lack all other desirable qualities (money, physical beauty, or God given social graces). What consequences this belief might have for our country in latter years I shutter to think. Do to my relative isolation I have grown up free from the gross assertion of my peers. In truth I am starved of genuine intellectual discourse. I have a hunger for knowledge uncommon for my age, and as of yet unrivaled by any but my professors, whose age gives them the advantage over me. In the absence of simulation my mind, like the body, ejaculates on to the page without fruition, as the spasm of lust remains unfulfilled in the absence of passion. Intellectual thought is the seed, which impregnates the mind, without which nothing creatively is born. The mind can as easily starve as the body, and the mind as they say; “is a terrible thing to waste.”