Stop Worshipping Genius: The Illusion of Intelligence

Hello everyone, Alfa Cromwell here. I

know I'm going to get in trouble for this video, but I'm always getting into trouble. I've always been in trouble, so

trouble. I've always been in trouble, so it does it at this point in my life, middle-aged, it it doesn't really matter, but I I figured I'd share it with you because a lot of people

probably think the same things. Uh maybe

you're not as maybe you have not reflected as much on it. Um, but I'm sure that you've had many of you, maybe not all of you obviously, but many of

you have had similar instincts because I was sitting in a cafe earlier today.

Um, and I was observing um, and in case you were wondering why I went to a cafe and not make the coffee uh, prepare it on my own is because I ran out of instant coffee. I usually have instant

instant coffee. I usually have instant coffee or something or just very basic coffee, folders usually, percolated coffee too, but I ran out. I ran out and so I had to go to one of these places

where they have the the pretentious baristas. They're really an insufferable

baristas. They're really an insufferable type of people. The baristas, the very Anyway, so I was sitting there and I was observing what I can only describe

as uh a ritual posture of ambition. And we've we've spoken a

of ambition. And we've we've spoken a lot on this channel about ambition because at a nearby table there was a man, young man, much younger than me. He

was clearly of the ambitious type. Very

clean cut by the way. who's preparing

for work, it seemed to me, um, with an air of considerable self-importance, as though the mere arrangement of his belongings

constituted a form of governance. And

so, he had the typical, you've seen them all, the tech bro look. He had the um, he he was adjusting his laptop, uh, reviewing what seemed to me like work

documents. I have no clue. Not that I,

documents. I have no clue. Not that I, you know, I I wasn't about to ask him.

Um, and beside him stood a he had a very um what what what called my attention was he had a carefully aligned stack of

books, not so much consulted as displayed. I

never saw him once consult the books.

like a kind of maybe an intellectual scenery meant to reassure uh passers by or people who were there that thought was technically in progress and

occasionally he would glance at them. I

did see him, you know, kind of look at them uh in passing the way one if you acknowledge a prop.

But it struck me that the the concept of modern professionalism often resembles nothing more than the performance of indispensibility. A lot

of you young people and even older people, you think you are much more indispensable than you are, but you're not. Most people are replaceable. We're

not. Most people are replaceable. We're

all going to die anyway. We're all going to the same. We come in alone and we go out of the world alone and we are accountable only to God. And there are always these types of I see them all

across America. These types of men, you

across America. These types of men, you don't really see that in other countries quite to the extent we see here. But

there it these types of men who they burden themselves with books as in the way that others burden themselves with excessive ornaments

believing themselves to be more elevated the more they are encumbered.

And it is not the books that produce wisdom but the manner in which they are um endured.

There are men who carry I've I saw it at my university. They carried Aristotle on

my university. They carried Aristotle on in their bag under their arm sometimes maybe as others carry some of these ladies carry a mirror

without ever suspecting that neither object has improved their reflection.

And there was, if you are to believe, the pious fables so tediously recited in lecture halls today

and and living rooms and all all across America. We live in an age in which the

America. We live in an age in which the supreme ambition of many young people consists of u in distinguishing

themselves. They rise, they elevate, um

themselves. They rise, they elevate, um they detach their personhood from the common clay as though singularity itself

uh were a holy Christian sacrament and the intellect was to be honed and not merely cultivated but wetted, sharpened to a cruel brilliance until it

flashes like a saber in some kind of ceremonial sunlight.

admired, feared and above all isolated.

And intelligence, the concept of intelligence in that antique liturgy, it was no simple faculty. It was enthroned

as obligation, as vocation, as almost a species of secular saintthood.

And you were enjoined, and you've been told a lot by your teachers and professors this to to know, to discriminate. Well, to discriminate is a

discriminate. Well, to discriminate is a good thing. Um, you need to be able to

good thing. Um, you need to be able to discriminate in order to make proper decisions. But I'm talking about to

decisions. But I'm talking about to pronounce judgment with an air of some kind of chili authority to stand aloof from the herd in some way. Not merely

above it, but against it, against your fellow countrymen. That's what many of

fellow countrymen. That's what many of these so-called intellectual types in America have done for the past hundred years. They don't see themselves as just

years. They don't see themselves as just thinkers. They actively work against the

thinkers. They actively work against the people of this country. And the solitary thinker, you have the desecated scholar.

I call them the man who had succeeded in rendering himself intolerable to all but his own abstractions. And they are paraded as exemplars as as though

humanity itself were some grotesque latter. and life nothing more than the

latter. and life nothing more than the vulgar scramble uh to ascendant rung by

precarious rung toward an eminence as barren as it was vaulted and if you'll allow me to be suspicious

um you what what if this ladder which so many ambitious spirits strain to ascend or climb the lad latter with

almost theatrical semnity hilarious.

What if it was never intended to bear weight at all, but merely to expose rung by rung the vanity of those who attempt

the climb? I don't know about you all,

the climb? I don't know about you all, but I've always been for for decades I mock. I I can't help it. Maybe it's not

mock. I I can't help it. Maybe it's not a nice thing. I admit it's not the nicest thing, but I laugh at people who are in the rat race

because what if the impulse to uh to rise to extricate yourself from the um indistinct multitude to refine

your own person into something ever more acute, more rarified, more insufferably singular.

If it was not the consum uh the consummation of human excellence but a species that you have, you are suffering from an intellectual affectation

admirable only to those already afflicted by it. Because if you think about societies which must function rather than dazzle

have little use for such brittle elevations. And the man who insists upon

elevations. And the man who insists upon standing above others, uh, if you insist upon being above others all the time,

you will soon discover not that you have been unjustly cast down, but that you have rendered yourself structurally incompatible with any

arrangement more complex than your own self-regard.

And you can observe this in the smallest theaters of daily life. You let a man in the modest in your little group and he starts neglecting the, you know,

the tacid uniform, maybe they dress, I don't know, a shade too finely or speak a degree too precisely or think a fraction too visibly and at once the atmosphere

curdles and there is no need for decrees. There

is no tribunal convened and a glance suffices than a justest.

And then there's that familiar that you all know this corrective murmur. Who do

you think you are? And it is a question that is less inquisitive than I believe surgical. It does not seek an answer. It

surgical. It does not seek an answer. It

is a rhetorical question. It performs an operation. The excess is trimmed, the

operation. The excess is trimmed, the elevation reduced, the offending prominence filed down until it may again

pass unremarked among its equals. Because often what you what you call arrogance is really nothing more than deviation made

visible. And what is often called

visible. And what is often called humility in its most um serviceable form is merely the art of not attracting

correction.

And so we begin now not with flattery but with observation. You've all seen this type of person. I've seen it uh when I was years ago I remember is the type of person I remember a Frenchman.

He had a very thick French accent and there were all a group of people. It was

myself and uh there were English uh people there, English, Irish, even I even admitted Irish people in my group, English, Irish, American. And then there was this Frenchman, very pretentious, by

the way. And they were all getting

the way. And they were all getting pints. We were all getting pints. And he

pints. We were all getting pints. And he

said, "No, I don't drink. I don't

drink."

I'm not going to tell you some of the words that were exchanged, but we inhabit a world which whatever its

pretensions to grandeur or enlightenment conducts itself not by the caprices of brilliance, but really by the far

humbler, far more reliable machinery of mutual accommodation based on perceived need.

You see, cities do not shine necessarily. They grind and the markets

necessarily. They grind and the markets do not contemplate and they kind of do their own thing. They circulate

sometimes. But institutions do not aspire. They endure. And all of this

aspire. They endure. And all of this persistence that is so uh tediously stable, so resistant to the theatrical

flourishes of what is called genius.

They depend less upon the the solitary flash of intellect than upon an almost lurggical repetition of the same gestures, the same assumptions, the same

obedient simplifications of thought.

The modern order, for all its hymns and innovation, is in truth sustained by imitation, by compliance, and by that

most indispensable of civic virtues. It

is the tactful suppression of whatever in the individual might prove too original, perhaps interesting in many ways, to be

of any use to the glorification of a nation.

and to the glory of God.

Because a society is not sustained by function alone but by a certain you have to have a certain mutual readability of the members. There is a tacit agreement

the members. There is a tacit agreement on tones, gestures and permissible degrees of deviation.

The political order, if you may use so grand a term for so habitual a condition, it depends less upon an

abstract ascent than upon this quieter, this more pervasive conformity of style and um expectation. It is the assurance

that men will resemble one another just enough to remain intelligible within the same moral and symbolic

grammar. This is why our nations today

grammar. This is why our nations today are the chaos that they in which they are in.

Because when you weaken this coherence that so too do you also weaken the ease of governance of judgment of moral principles of of simple

collective self-recognition.

Deviation is not you see it's not merely a personal eccentricity uh as some of you would like to believe.

It is a kind of social um illegibility and therefore it is a minor affront to the to the order to order itself. You

see the Baroque people our Baroque um European ancestors understood the simple fact quite well. I am a firm believer that everything went uh downhill after

the Baroque period. It is the period of modernity that really has ruined uh it began the ruin of the western world.

You know, I'm often thinking about this because you hear a lot of named dropping these days, and it is curious to me how

the word genius is so readily granted to those whose outputs

are legible within institutional mathematics, for example, as though brilliance were simply the successful navigation of pre-existing grammarss

rather than their u transcendence. Even

a figure like Terren Teao, he's sort of held up today as a kind of canonical intelligence.

He operates after all within a highly curated ecosystem of problems. Yes. But you got proofs and

problems. Yes. But you got proofs and incentives that already determine what counts as depth

long before he arrives to solve it. And

what is called genius often amounts to nothing more than extreme fluency within a narrowly authorized language mistaken

by those outside that language for metaphysical superiority. That's really

metaphysical superiority. That's really what it's about. And the reverence that is afforded to celebrated intellects.

uh it tends to conceal how thoroughly their so-called exceptional minds really are dependent

upon collective scaffolding. You've got

journals, traditions, peer validation and the slow accumulation of problems already rendered solvable. Look at

Rammanujan. Some of you have mentioned Rammanujan right on this channel, the Indian. He's often romanticized as pure

Indian. He's often romanticized as pure intuitive brilliance, but that is equally a projection for for um you

could say a projection of surface for a culture that prefers mystery in its geniuses more than it prefers clarity in its systems.

So stop it.

We are told with the with the solemnity usually reserved for saints and relics

of Rammanuin who it is said uh according to the biography that he drew truths from dreams as um with the goddesses he

said as other men drew uh draw breath.

You might be forgiven for suspecting that posterity, having grown bored of reason, now prefers its mathematics in the form of miracle.

And there's always a certain tenderness in the modern imagination when it encounters a man who calculates without

instruction. And it hastens to

instruction. And it hastens to uh very quickly at once to strip him of education of context of ordinary uh causality so that genius may remain

pure like a statue carefully cleaned of the workshop that made it. And

Rammanujan is often invoked as as an example as though equations themselves were whispered to him by some Indian celestial being. And yet you wonder

celestial being. And yet you wonder whether it is not rather our own age that whispers incessantly its need for

the exotic poor scholar, especially brown skin, of course, who redeems

our institutions by appearing not to belong to them. And you have a cult of such

to them. And you have a cult of such figures, and it depends upon a convenient forgetfulness that even the most inspired mind must still pass

through the narrow corridors of notation, convention, and shared language before any miracle can be made legible to others. It's it's of no wonder why GH

to others. It's it's of no wonder why GH Hardy said quite rightly that the only romantic relationship he ever had was with Rammanujan. There is certainly

with Rammanujan. There is certainly something romantic about it for sure but we are not that's not the what what I am

referring to here and it is a peculiar uh affectation of modern people modern admiration to insist a lot

of you do this that true genius has to look like deprivation that clarity of thought has to be purchased with disorder of life as if

nature were obligated to pay some kind of moral tax on intelligence. And so

Rammenujin becomes not a mathematician among mathematicians, but a kind of decorative strangeness, proof that the world may still produce

prodigies provided they arrive sufficiently disheveled to satisfy our appetite for the improbable.

So, and you have the modern u tech genius whether in the mold of uh Steve Jobs formerly or or or Elon Musk and that's perhaps the clearest

demonstration that charisma and capital allocation are routinely mistaken for cognitive transcendence. And so you have

cognitive transcendence. And so you have conformity and it persists not because it is admired but because it is required and it is not an aesthetic preference

but it is an unspoken condition upon which the very possibility of a shared world depends.

And quite early right now early in the uh proceedings you encounter a truth so persistently misfiled under cynicism that it has almost ceased to be heard at

all. And what is commonly praised as

all. And what is commonly praised as intelligence is not in fact the decisive currency of the world's ordinary arrangements. It is something far more

arrangements. It is something far more prosaic and far less flattering to the to the self-image of the exceptional mind. That's why we don't have a gifted

mind. That's why we don't have a gifted program at City Tutoring. If you if you're the type of person who

self-describes yourself as gifted, uh we don't want you here.

And what is consistently rewarded quietly without ceremony is is not the man who sees most but the man

who causes least disturbance while seeing whatever is required of him.

The individual who treats every premise as though it were a fragile metaphysical scandal who cannot pass through a simple shared assumption without pausing to

dissect it. you will see this sort of

dissect it. you will see this sort of person leaves too much debris behind.

I don't like having to clean up someone's mess.

And this is not of course to be mistaken for a moral hierarchy because even though the more self- congratulatory minds are always eager to

hear it as such, it is rather a matter of simple social physics. Certain forms

of perception in integrate seamlessly into shared existence while others arrive like uh over elaborate instruments in a room already furnished

for conversation. And what cannot be

for conversation. And what cannot be smoothly absorbed is rarely refuted in detail. It's simply going to be assigned

detail. It's simply going to be assigned its proper category, interesting, complicated, a bit much and gently escorted to the margins where it can do

no further harm. It is therefore it is not a question of persecution nor of any dramatic suppression of brilliance as the more sentimental

types or varants of this story would happen.

Nothing you don't really require anything so theatrical. What occurs is far simpler and for that reason more reliable.

You see, excess cognitive insistence is is met is going to be met not with opposition, but with a mild and almost courteous indifference,

as you might receive an over elaborate explanation of a mechanism that already functions perfectly well without the assistance of an interpreter. And in

such cases the problem is not intelligence that is being punished but intelligence mistaking its own um

intensity for necessity. That is a fact and that is how people will react uh to many of you who uh consider yourselves to be you see intelligence is not useful

uh unless it serves a particular social purpose.

And you see, endurance demands a different species of virtue.

Not invention, but repetition, not insight, but procedural memory. And

not distinction, but the quiet discipline of sameness administered without ceremony. And here the present age, I've

ceremony. And here the present age, I've heard this a lot. It it's it adds its own quiet irony. We are told and I've been told on this page even we it's

often said with a tone of alarm or regret that intelligence itself may soon be rendered obsolete because of AI.

And yet the remark that is made misunderstands the direction of things.

It's not that intelligence becomes obsolete. It's merely the last

becomes obsolete. It's merely the last vanity of believing that continuity ever required it.

What makes you think your intelligence, assuming you consider yourself an intelligent person, what makes you so indispensable

to the daily lives of people in the country? And you see this principle most

country? And you see this principle most clearly not in the rare figure of the the fantasy of the solitary thinker.

That's a modern invention by the way.

The Baroque period and our our ancestors had no did not waste time with that nonsense. But in the vast architectures

nonsense. But in the vast architectures of collective life in you see it in armies in institutions

in the slow machinery of organized devotion.

You see a formation of men uh and women moving as one.

Whether it be in labor, in ritual, in in war especially, it has always outlasted the isolated intelligence that questions its necessity.

You see, the latter may illuminate, but the former persists, and history is indifferent to illumination, and it tends to preserve only what can be

repeated without strain. I would sooner see far more. It would give me a lot more pleasure to see an entire standing army conquering our enemies than I would

some lone intellectual somewhere in some cafe self-important.

You provide no service to the nation or to God.

And here then lies the paradox.

The present age has begun really with a certain involuntary honesty. We have to reflect in its own arrangements. The

intelligent devised the world maybe, but the ordinary sustain it. And it is always the second who decide whether the first ever mattered at all. And every

mind that proposes a system there um there ex there has to exist an immeasurable number who simply inhabit it without ceremony. Every deviation of

invention, there has to be an even greater mass who absorb it, who stabilize it and return it to the realm of the habitual, of the permanent. And

the solitary spark may be admired in retrospect, but it is the dull persistence of repetition

that prevents darkness from returning.

And a a spark can never be a method of illumination. It's merely a moment

illumination. It's merely a moment before extinction. And this has to be

before extinction. And this has to be this brings us to the more delicate superstition that we today we call aspiration.

You are repeatedly instructed that you ought to refine yourself to cultivate your intellect to ascend beyond the level of mere participation in daily

life. And yet you are permitted to

life. And yet you are permitted to wonder as a response whether such counsel is always offered in good faith or whether it is simply a refined way of

encouraging individuals to render themselves progressively incompatible with the world as it is actually arranged

and the pattern is consistent. The more

you insist upon distinction, the more you forfeit um you forfeit the ease of entry into the shared rhythm of things.

The more you observe, the less you can consent without friction of some kind. The more you interrogate, you question, the less you are able to inhabit the readymade

assurances upon which collective life quick quietly depends.

And so what is called intellectual development when when you follow it without restraint, it tends not toward any serene completion of the self, but

toward a slow and almost dignified estrangement. A condition in which one

estrangement. A condition in which one is exquisitly informed, but yet you are increasingly unaccommodated.

But there exists another mode of being that is less adorned in the rhetoric of posterity. And yet it's it's for me it's

posterity. And yet it's it's for me it's far more serviceable to be continuation of affairs. You have to take your place.

of affairs. You have to take your place.

Listen to me carefully young people. You

must take your place within the group that you are in to proceed without the permanent indignity of interrogation. To

accept, you have to accept with a certain discrete modesty that not every foundation requires the honor of your dismantling. And that's not being

dismantling. And that's not being stupid. That's not stupidity. That is

stupid. That's not stupidity. That is

though. But you always have the proud.

You're always in a hurry to call it such. Some of you are very arrogant.

such. Some of you are very arrogant.

You're very self-important. You it it is rather a refinement of your conduct. It

is an intelligence of posture rather than inquiry. It's a wisdom that prefers

than inquiry. It's a wisdom that prefers the intact structure to the brilliant ruin. And it is really the doctrine of

ruin. And it is really the doctrine of the caravan which advances not is not by the applause of whoever is swiftest but by the uncomplaining acceptance of its

lowest. And if this arrangement wounds

lowest. And if this arrangement wounds the dignity of the so-called the self-described exceptional, it nevertheless will have the vulgar merit

of arriving somewhere.

So you begin then to suspect that what is so theatrically these days lamented as decline may be nothing more. It's

really nothing more than the redistribution of burdens from the unnecessary to the necessary. And I want to go back

to the topic of the the named dropping of geniuses that are often uh we we're living in a fantasy world sometimes and

and our concepts are completely wrong.

And so I could continue on and on. I

could talk about Einstein, Rammenujan and those are and there are many more.

The these are names recited with the reverence of relics in a secular church where intelligence has replaced sanctity

and biography has replaced miracle.

But what what are we praising here exactly? We're not praising thought

exactly? We're not praising thought itself, but successful alignment with the permissible architecture of thought.

Even the most venerated intellects are not ruptures in the order of cognition, but intensifications of what their age already permitted

itself to imagine. Some of you are too easily impressed.

And they do not tear open the fabric of understanding. They embroider upon it

understanding. They embroider upon it with such finesse that the original cloth is forgotten. And so the cult of genius that we have today survives

because it is emotionally convenient for you. It allows the crowd to believe that

you. It allows the crowd to believe that intelligence is rare instead of distributed elevated instead of organized and personal instead of really

it's a procedural thing. So it is less a philosophy than a consolation. So what

becomes of intelligence in an age where even error is pre-processed into safety?

It detaches from necessity and begins to resemble a decorative excess, an ornamental nervousness of the mind of some kind, producing distinctions that

no longer correspond to any genuine demand placed upon it by reality.

And you encounter individuals today, ever more so, who treat thought as though it were um endlessly rehearsing complexity in environments that require

nothing more than passage through them.

And the result we get is a peculiar type. We get a type of man or woman who

type. We get a type of man or woman who believes uh himself intellectually active while contributing nothing but friction to arrangements that function

perfectly well without your stupid commentary.

It's a kind of cognitive vandalism that you mistake for depth and society will never reward your intelligence. It will

tolerate you to a certain extent. It

will tolerate a carefully dosed quantity of it. Much like when your body

of it. Much like when your body tolerates a low fever, provided it does not become too symptomatic. But what is rewarded is not brilliance, but really your compatibility. The ability to move

your compatibility. The ability to move through shared structures without constantly announcing the presence of your inner thoughts or commentary.

Sometimes you need to keep your mouth shut. And the so-called genius is

shut. And the so-called genius is therefore less a celebrated figure than a tolerated deviation. an individual who insists upon making thought visible

at precisely the point where life prefers it to remain implicit. You are

not persecuted that don't be such a drama queen. You

are simply managed. You are you've been assigned a polite category. you've been

softened with adjectives and you've been gently escorted toward the margins where your um where your excess articulation

can do no further damage. And so the hierarchy reveals itself to be largely much different than what you think. It

is not the exceptional mind that will ever sustain a civilization, but the indifferent one. The mind that repeats

indifferent one. The mind that repeats without asking too many questions. And

if you accept without so much interrogation and you continue without the pathological need to convert every surface into an object of scrutiny, you

are doing the proper contribution.

The world will never be held together by your silly insights, but by a vast unglamorous competence that has no interest in being recognized. So we need

more ordinary people who simply well shut their mouth and go to church and pray. And if genius exists at all,

and pray. And if genius exists at all, it exists only as a brief disturbance in this continuity, an interruption quickly

that is domesticated into usefulness.

So we have to refi um if you are told to refine yourselves

um you have to think that it's less of a path to real enlightenment but it's a subtle mechanism of social misfit production.

And so the more you see, the less you can consent. And the more you analyze,

can consent. And the more you analyze, the less you can participate without fracture. And so let us arrive at a

fracture. And so let us arrive at a final uncomfortable truth. Polite

culture prefers to wrap in metaphors of admiration. The genius is not the summit

admiration. The genius is not the summit of intelligence, but it's most carefully maintained fiction.

It's a figure that has been manufactured so that societies may continue believing that cognition is hierarchical, that minds are ranked, and that brilliance is

rare enough to worship rather than common enough to understand.

And history is rarely uh on the side of fantasy. It preserves no such illusions.

fantasy. It preserves no such illusions.

History only retains what can be repeated without strain. what everyone

knows and discards without ceremony those luminous interruptions that mistake visibility for performance

I should say and so the genius fades all sparks must leaving behind what do you have behind well only the structure that never needed you in the first place and

of course this is an unpalatable doctrine for those educated in the sentimental mythology of the intellectual the genius where the height is confused with worth and isolation

with some kind of grandeur.

The peak is always observed, pointed at, named, occasionally admired and then it erodess.

But the plane requires no commentary. It

will simply persist and in persisting it will outlive the spectacle of your exception. And so if I were to offer you

exception. And so if I were to offer you a counsel, not as moral instruction today, but as just simply a modest concession of how things are actually arranged, I would tell you that um you

can cultivate intelligence if you must, but don't expect it to be excused for its presence. Know what you know, but

its presence. Know what you know, but resist the temptation to convert knowledge into an interruption.

And you have to see clearly.

Uh but you have to learn the indispensable art of not insisting upon clarity at every occasion.

And there exists there's really an underrated faculty, the ability to possess intelligence without advertising it as a disturbance to think without forcing the world to pause in order to

acknowledge you.

Don't be so arrogant.

And if you want me to give it to you in less ceremonial terms, it is often the highest refinement of understanding to behave when necessary, as though you

understand no more than is required. And

in the end, the question is not whether intelligence is noble or suspect. It is

whether it is tolerable in its most ostentatious form. And increasingly the

ostentatious form. And increasingly the answer being offered by the world is really disarmingly simple.

What it requires is not your brilliance but legibility. And it is not your

but legibility. And it is not your elevation but your continuity.

It is not the extravagant assertion of distinction but the quiet art of not disturbing what already functions. One

of the reasons why city tutoring has grown so much in the past year and we have been so successful in in so many unexpected ways is because what we offer

is not necessarily an intellectual environment. We offer continuity. I am

environment. We offer continuity. I am

always here for you.

What you see is what you get. It's

always going to be here until until I die of course.

So we need a colder wisdom grounded in reality.

grounded in truth. And it's one that history with its usual lack of sentiment has always preferred because vanity and

fantasy will always be struck down by the truth and by God himself and God is truth. Thank you all. If this was useful

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