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Let me share a dream. I was on a journey, a quest for something, lets call it the Holy Grail of understanding. I did not choose the beaten track where all who had come before me had trod. No. I went to the mountain and stepped off the path and began tunneling into the solid rock. Eventually I broke out into a vast cavern. The walls of the cavern glowed with a billion stars and in the center stood a stone altar covered in runes. I cannot describe to you the feeling of magic, to stand in the dark with only the fire inside the atoms of the stones lighting my way, revealing their secrets.

But I was not alone for long. Other Seekers blew a hole in the side of the mountain and flooded the cavern with light and then began selling tickets to enter like some bizarre carnival ride. The fire inside the stone disappeared in the harsh light of day and all the tourists saw was an ordinary altar. The runes, the stars, the darkness were gone forever.

So. One would ask the question. Is this my judgmental brain telling me that I always choose the hard way instead of following in the footsteps of those who have paved the way? I thought that for a while. Until recently.

An argument about doping in sports made me realize otherwise. The question was: could an average human become the best of the best, the penultimate Alpha Wolf of a sport relying solely on performance enhancing drugs? The answer, of course, is no. We would be up to our eyeballs in super athletes if that were true. The truth is that these kinds of athletes are once in a life time anomalies.

The human genome throws out a genetic sport, a mutation of a sort, only once in a generation. They have brains that see the world differently like Mozart or Einstein or they have bodies especially designed for their sport like Michael Phelps or Lance Armstrong or they have cognitive abilities beyond all that is humanly normal like Bobby Fisher or Stephen Hawking. Or they are Napoleon or Alexander the Great, who see the planet as their own personal playground and are driven by some tick-tock clock inside them to push at the boundaries of the world until the world pushes back or they run out of planet.

In the rarefied air where these super beings exist there are no rules. Not any that the average human can understand, at any rate. The old rules cease to apply after one has passed a given skill level and competence. And for the uber beings, that benchmark was passed not long after they were born. Who can sit in judgement of such a person? No one but his peers of which there are few.

Think of it like this: In physics there are two rules. The theory that describes very big things – general relativity – and the theory that describes very small things – quantum mechanics. Most humans are small things. Quick, effervescent lives that burst free of their orbits, burning brightly and briefly, before flitting back through the dimensional veil, doomed to repeat their journey like a surreal version of Groundhog Day.

Then there are those who are big things. Planets and moons, stars and supernovas, black holes, massive in their breadth and scope, catching us all up in the gravity well of their existence,  whirling us away, out of our comfort zone, onto a new path, into a new way of life and a different way of thinking.

The first misconception the small quarks have about the big black holes is that they compete to win. Winning, my little quarks, has nothing to do with why black holes do what they do.

Consider this. The black hole will tell you that sex has nothing to do with the orgasm. Orgasm is not the point. If you can’t understand that, you will never be anything more than mediocre at sex. Sex is about riding the wave of power, in yourself and in your partner. Black holes know this intuitively. They race to race. In the end, the trophy is only the cherry on the top of the ice cream. Nice but not needful.

They would do what they do for free because the tick-tock clock inside them drives them on.

The hive mind of the planet and the hive mind of the species require the existence of people like this. They are the rudder and the steering wheel and the navigator and the coxswain and the helmsman of our human ship. They must be free to do what it is the human genome has set for them to do. The unfortunate part about this is that we will not know what that thing is until AFTER they have done it. People are only heroes in retrospect. Before that they are fools, vilified or laughed at or both.

Black holes have made a journey, gathering wisdom and skills along the way. Now they stand within the dark cavern, head thrown back in wonder at the things only they can see. Do not laugh when they tell you there are stars within the stones and that Genghis Khan was a really misunderstood guy. And forgive them when they laugh at you when you tell them they could have just used the door instead of digging their own tunnel.

Juicing will only get you so far.

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