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The Lie of Wisdom and Morals Being Mutually Exclusive.

When we talk of two things as being mutually exclusive, it means that the occurrence of one of them automatically means the absence of the other. That settled, why then do people think that if a person  is wise or a genius, the person most likely will lead an immortal lifestyle?
To be honest, I think the main issue is understanding what wisdom means and who a genius really is. Most people feel that to be a genius, one must be different in everything (true to an extent). However, the problem arises when so called wise people go to the extreme. In my opinion, there is a difference between a celebrated person and a genius. As a matter of fact, the real geniuses and wise persons are not really celebrated as much as the 'superficial geniuses'. Just because a person is able to go to daring lengths and try the unknown does not make them a genius, it makes them an explorer.
To qualify as a real wise person, to be a genius as approved by worldwide standards, a person must be very clever and intelligent. This to me, does not seem synonymous with walking half clad, writing songs to which there is no mirror of the real society in and depositing babies in the stomachs of as much are willing to accept the deposit. If a man be a genius, then he no doubt has morality in him. This morality however needs not be linked to a certain religion. The existing social norms are enough.
So the next time you begin  to call that pop star, that radical woman or that daring man a genius, think!  Does he have common sense? Is he a humanist? Does he affect his society positively and tries as much as possible to contribute to existing knowledge in his field? If not, maybe you do not know a wise person, you are probably dealing with some overhyped, over worshipped and over revered personality who has been lifted to that pedestal simply because they broke the rules
PS: Breaking rules isn't always a bad thing, it is the system to the breaking that matters.

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