/lit/ - Literature

Thus I must humbly state in the present tense that I, and not I THE ORATOR OF SPOKEN TEXT IN YOUR MIND, but I, I the Edgar of original post fame thusly must admit that even on my most intelligent whims I sometimes commit grave acts of dumbnimity. Dumbnimity is just one of many words I have concocted in my mind's eye. Some say bravery is admitting you are not the smartest guy (OR gal) in the room. I must admit thusly that I am not always the most intelligent.

Oh to be the least smart in a room is no small task. You begin to suspect the sullen looking guy off in a corner might be smarter than you and you begin to read more of your book to gain more intelligence and your gaze returns. The guy is still there...

Have you ever seen a more intelligent creature despite all of your reading? I have read incredible musing by the brightest creatures in all of the papyrus canon, verily! Its astounding the theories shacked up in my noggin. We all die. Even I die. (Had to be said.)

Well that's a wrap folks. Tell me what you think.
Is intelligence a myth?