"Enters the word 'genius,' which has lost a great deal of its old meaning and which today in the hands of our critics, may describe anything from a Mozart sonata played recognizably on a musical saw to the products of a not overbright young woman of sixteen who has managed to fill several hundred pages of innocent wood pulp with far from innocent sentiments.
I shall therefore stick to the definition of that word which I remember from my childhood days when we could count all our geniuses on the fingers of one hand. It read as follows:
Genius is perfection of technique, plus something else."Gone are the days when geniuses could be numbered. Today we have an infinite number of them, "beyond" as Arden would say. Then we qualify and make allowances until all of us are geniuses or could be if we only applied ourselves.
In today's climate you can get in trouble quoting The Incredibles, "If everybody's special, then nobody's special." (Or something like that.) Someone is sure to take offense; haven't we been told everybody's special? Who would have the audacity to suggest someone is not?
I'll begin with myself. I am not special. Sure, Bryan loves me and I'm irreplaceable in the lives of my children. But put me in a crowd, or on the stage of human history, and I'm nothing special at all. I'm no genius either. "Perfection of technique." The very idea is foreign to my life, and I don't bring anything "else" to the table. I am ordinary. Super ordinary.
You know what, that's okay. I don't need to be a genius, famous, powerful, or important. I don't need to shine at all.
"'But let him who boasts boast of this, that He understands and knows Me, that I am the LORD who exercises lovingkindness, justice and righteousness on earth for I delight in these things,' declares the LORD." (Jeremiah 9:24)