(Ruminations: the challenge of the able) When I am inebriated I wonder if this s

(Ruminations: the challenge of the able)
When I am inebriated I wonder if this slow, experiential, reductive simplicity is how the majority of mankind perceives reality – as if through a primitive lens.
I perceive reality as information in a competition for identity, consistency, coherence and reciprocity. This has absolutely nothing to do with how others’ interpretation of it and absolutely everything to do with how I can disambiguate it into first causes.
And as such in these brief moments of insight into the neurotypical, and as a consequence, a divine empathy, because I see the world through the primitives of the neurotypicals, and their low resolution, and consequent low comprehension. And from that low comprehensino low predictive field of futures. And as such I pity them their simplicity. They are but children in a world of kaleidic complexity.
And in my love, despite my arrogance, I seek not to abuse them but to parent them into the future that is of their benefit despite their limitations.
This is what aristocracy means. It is to parent the less able into the abilities they, of their nature, lack. And in doing so raise man from beast into the gods we imagine.