Blooming? Haiku?

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Jean is hosting Haiku MONDAY.  The theme is bloom.  She has posted the theme more elegantly and the rules at her place.  Go on now, give it a twirl.  She does bite, but... it actually is rather refreshing.  This post was me working up to putting out a haiku poem, then another fell out of the left side of my head.  I need a long run at things.  If you don't have the time or interest, cut to the chase.  The last paragraph and video sums it up.  *shrugs*

Well, yes.  The IQ tests I have seen suggest that I run as low as 120 and as high as 140 perhaps 150.  These tests were as an adult, they hid them when I was a child, if they usually grinned and cooed as if I didn't understand.  Adults!  So excitable.  I couldn't figure out why such a wide range.  It seems that when my heart is acting up, it can directly affect any function, including intellect.  I believe that to be true.  When I try to focus, to think, to grind a problem down, if it is complex, I can simply bog down.  I become, literally, too tired to think something through, or think it through completely.  Actually it reminds me a great deal of weight lifting.  Some days I can lift massive amounts of weight or think through a complex problem.  Often though, oddly, if I can do one I may not be able to do the other.  I used to think this was a mood thing.  I actually believe that, being in rough shape pretty much all the time for the last two and a half decades means that any testing in that time is probably subpar to real potential.  I am not sure that matters much, as the results have probably been functionally accurate.  If that also means my function is highly variable.  I wouldn't mind that so much if I had control over the when of which function level.

Even so, it seems that on my weakest days, assuming 120 is my low and I would argue that is probably true, I am still above average.  Which is good, if the truth is that no matter how smart you are, you still have to apply it.  Further complicating such a notion is the fact that the world is... well... it's smarter.  It's smarter than any man or group of men.  It just is, we suspect, try, pull, push, and end up using our greatest intellects more as advanced trial and error systems than creators.  We honestly can't do something, anything, perfectly, every time, everywhere, always.  We do good to get a success.  We learn skills but even then we can fail at any given time.  Often our projects truly are pigs with make-up.  Looks good, or better, but it's still a pig.  Selling it is the real trick, and thankfully we sell it to other men.  :p  A line of successes just means failure is coming.  Actually, our greatest achievement is learning to live with the fact that we are failures.  If nothing else in science, this one fact is probably what brought me limping back to God.  Is God perfect?  I see it in the universe, not that God is the universe mind you.  Merely that He planned it.  But what I see is something that absolutely works every time.  Ah, but rust, you say?  And what about floods?  Oh, and how about drought?  Hum?  Those things are doing exactly what they do and were meant to do, all precisely when they were meant to do them.  It is our inability to cope with reality that is the problem, NOT REALITY.  Anyway...

There are so many variables, laws, truths, and such involved with everything we do, that most of what we do, when we can do it, involves faith.  Writing this simple article requires the knowledge of vocabulary, grammar rules which are often arbitrary or even contrary within it's own set of laws, some basic logic, memory, understanding of the topic, and in this case some basic computer and internet skills.  Even so, whether a man has an IQ of 65 or 200, he could probably write a very similar article.  My guess is the difference would be motivation to write such an article and the depth and breadth of the audience which could read and understand it, or even be motivated themselves to read such an article.  I write this hoping, or in faith, that it will make sense to even one other human.  And in greater faith that the person who might read it finds it, does so, and enjoys it, learns something, or finds something worth considering.  Thankfully my faith is in God, not men, so I... don't worry too much on this particular accord.  And yet...

Still, being bright has it's advantages, and disadvantages.  Some of the very bright can't or won't play well with others.  I have known some... exceptionally bright folk, of both sorts.  The type that can't or won't play well with others?  I can do well with them.  I am on the cusp.  I grok piles of their brain goober product pretty easily, race through it, categorize it, and usually bring something back on the topic, sooner usually though later isn't out of the question.  But going a level or two below me, or outside of my skillsets, and these type of people become completely uncomfortable with other people.  I swear, some of them become almost autistic acting when around folk who do not just... get it.  The other kind are all-around superstars often.  Athletic, competitive, brilliant, willing and able to hit physical or mental challenges with a gusto that is awesome.  Okay, so I have my favorites if I enjoy most people at their level.  Odd for a burned out barbarian ogre, but that's for another story.

As for folks lower on the IQ totem pole?  I have never been able to drudge up a disrespect, or even hate that some of the (to me) archetypical autistic behaving intellectual seem to stew themselves.  Further, I have found myself amazed at what many folk of lower IQ really are about.  It reminds me of the David and Goliath, or the hero in Jason and the Argonauts who didn't have the strength so used his intellect to send the object the required distance, both metaphorically of course.  Never, ever, underestimate a man in need.  Or a woman.  As with size it is true with intellect that need will trump raw capacity any day.  If one man is fighting because he was ordered to fight, and he only gets a check for it, and he faces a man who is protecting his home and family?  All else being equal, and even tripling down against need, and the one with the need will win.  Further, far too often I see men and women with lower intellects just "do".  While I sit and... ponder... trying to figure out the exact angles to crack the diamond.  Only, it isn't a diamond... it's doing the dishes?  I have seen many of my sorts exactly like that, so don't look at me like that!  Mom.  As she would say it, and how she operates, just... do it!

While I believe there is something to an IQ evaluation, I know darn well that it is a little thing, often only of note when put into laboratory conditions.  Add or subtract a percentage of oxygen to an atmosphere, live where the sun shines an hour more or less, live where climates are one degree warmer or colder, and you will find similar relative differences on what those things might affect.  I would even argue that those with an very high IQ, in a standard setting, are just as vulnerable as those with an equally low IQ.  Neither survive well, for various reasons, without a caring society around them.  If nothing else, we still have that in America.  IQ is something, but not all that much.  I would even argue that intellect doesn't go to real world valuation.  Definitely not IQ, if the two are... slightly different (as the dollar is to wealth?).

All this, and what is the purpose?  The truth.  Without studying up on it again, a very humble animal will beat me in a rather complex game most of the time.  Further, given that I am paying whether I win or lose?  I can't win.  The levels go deeper but that will do for now.  What animal can beat me?


Blooming Idiot:

Smart as a whiplash
With the sun shining through thought,
Downed by chicken.

Love's Blossoming:

In her eyes desire.
In my arms her warmth and trust.
I wake to new life.