Food is love.
Gastronomical love.
I am deeply, unapologetically glad to be less intelligent than John Forbes Nash Jr. And I hope I am better liked interpersonally.
Hyper-brilliance of Nash’s magnitude is rarely a gift to the person who possesses it, and it is almost never a gift to the people who love them. Nash moved through the world with an icy, alienated arrogance, treating human relationships as minor inconveniences compared to the vast architecture of his own mind. Given the choice between his world-altering IQ and my own modest intellect—paired with the ability to build warm friendships, maintain a loving home, and actually be liked by the people around me—I would choose my average life every single time.
Yet, humanity needs its radical outliers. Nash was a deeply flawed, often cruel man, but his existence fundamentally reshaped how we understand human behavior, mathematics, and global strategy.