The thing is that i observe - this a theory, and I might be wrong - that Facebook as become the place where people materialise their geniality or the lack of it. The place where publicly they allow others to like or be silent to their work, words, pictures, life, fragments. It's the place where they grasp for acceptance, popularity, out of the common facts and things, attention.
If it's liked, it's seen. If not, it's a unpopular boredom or unmaterialized geniality.
But why do we often think of ourselves as the genius, the one that is different, the one that has something to show. The better life, the better picture, the better art, the better you/me. Why do we have a layerd ego that we put out there to be scrutinised and peeled to the core?
Is mainstream never gonna be the hipe?
This reflection just threw me to next thought: there might be a whole parallel world out there, ruled by the invible unpopular unspoken geniuses.
The one that don't share on Facebook, the world of the quiet.
As an example:
The depth of me/you is more likely to unexist because it's unseen, thou it's still there, real to me/you but unavailable to the world. If that dimension could be grasped, the one that is ruled by those who don't show up, we would have better art, better speaches, politicians, books, better administration, fotography, schools... Better as in genius.
I guess for me, rather than believing there is a dimension of true Genius, I will be praising the mainstream, the ability of being oneself at the thin line of unpopularity. There, there will be certainly some hidden geniality for many to grasp.
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