The smartest person may be the one who knows the least.
My rabbit is better connected to reality than any human I ever met.
But people don't know what to do with statements like that, and so they judge them in whatever way takes their fancy.
I notice this:
There are many, who, upon hearing/reading something they do not recognize, delivered in a way they do not recognize, tend to ridicule it, at the very least. It's all downhill from there, out to the extreme fringes of abuse.
Whereas: one may not recognize something, but retain the ability to recognize that they do not recognize it, and therefore suspend judgement, pending further investigation. Unlike the others who, failing to recognize, are unable to recognize their own failure to recognize. This is wetiko.
Imagine a poorly-tuned radio receiver. The listener hears something, but it sounds like a hiss. Meaningless. He may hurl the radio at the wall, in frustration, or he may investigate the tuning capabilities of the radio.
I stand accused, often, of speaking in riddles. But they are not riddles to me. They are words arranged as clearly as I can manage. Yet it rarely occurs to the listener, that the out-of-tune state may be their responsibility to address, not mine.
I must be an extreme rarity. Hearing something I do not readily recognize, I am naturally drawn to investigate it.
This, I imagine, is how people learn new things. It is how I learn new things. This is my second day after first hearing the term Wetiko.
Whereas others are content to smugly inhabit a fantasy world in which they already know everything, and are thus incapable of learning anything, ever again. Wetiko. Divorced from reality. Static and dead. Without any way in.
Without any way out.