Maybe… The primary mark of genius is not raw mental processing power. It is not creativity, either. Nor is it just stubborn persistence.
Don’t get me wrong, those things help.
Maybe, though, genius is the ability to take a very complex problem and break it down into manageable parts. To conceive a symphony and be able to isolate the melodies for each instrument. To perceive the shape of a finished piece of software and be able to break down the process into subroutines, and then individual lines of code. To understand something well enough to explain it in step-by-step format to someone else clearly enough for them to understand it, too. To know how all the parts support the whole. To see the whole and extrapolate all the parts needed to make it work. To take a dream and turn it into a project.
Month: February 2018
The William Henry Gentac ‘Kingfisher’ features a beautiful hand-engraved frame with 24K gold inlays by Lucie Bandikova. The blade is custom hand-forged damascus by Robert Eggerling, and the one-hand button lock and the thumb stud are set with black diamonds.
“Stunning diamond-winged tiara (Valkirie tiara) by Cartier commissioned by the late Mary Crewe-Milnes, Duchess of Roxburghe, in 1935.
(The tiara will go on display for the first time at V&A Dundee
via DuVallon’s cabinet).”
Jesus, literally anytime anyone said, “Ugh. Those people ought to know their place.”
“THESE PEOPLE???” Grabs them, embraces them. “YOU MEAN MY PEOPLE???” Aggressively kneels and washes their feet while staring at the person sneering. “THEY ARE MINE. MY DARLING BELOVED PEOPLE. I COMMAND THAT YOU LOVE THEM THE WAY YOU LOVE ME.”
Christians today, like, all the time:
“Ugh. Those people ought to know their place.”
dont support industries that are driving animals to extinction thank you!
Already reblogged one of these but another reminder: don’t by nautilus shells!
im gonna keep moisturizing and exfoliating and luxuriating and reading books and books and books and finding new poets to love and writing clumsy words of my own and thinking terrible and wonderful thoughts at 1am. keep drinking merlot straight from the bottle and driving up mountains to see the bright sharp chill of the stars and roadtripping down south to spend balmy nights in motels with neon signs like oil slicks. im gonna grow myself wild and lovely and fearful and raw this year
The Carving Witch 