I belong to Mensa, the High IQ Society. It is an organization whose membership has scored at or above the 2% level on a standardized intelligence test. In the US, membership is around 50,000.
For me, Mensa represents a venue for communication with other intelligent people. It isn’t as if there’s something wrong with the other 98% of the population, as I generally get along fine with others. It’s just that there are times when I’d like to discuss something such as the latest theory of relativity drives, specifically the microwave propulsion theory of Roger Shawyer. This isn’t exactly a topic likely to be discussed at the local block party. Block party talk is fine, but then so is talk on relativity drives.
Now for me, a brain is a magnificent tool. A Mensa-capable brain is a fine version of brains in general, in that it can be faster, hold and retrieve more information, and can have a quality of thought process not accessible to one of average ability. Such a brain represents power. A powerful tool in the wrong hands is a bad thing. A powerful brain left to the vicissitudes of chance hormonal fluctuations is most unpleasant.
Lots of people hold power. Actually everyone holds some level of power. Some hold more than others. Power is generally constrained by some economic element, whether that element be the market place, the justice system, or nature itself. Essentially if you do good and useful things your power will grow. If you do evil and harmful things, your power will eventually shrink. Change the economics of the environment and power will shift in ways not always foreseen.
I had occasion to see a couple of Mensans in a position of power where they were practically unconstrained. They didn’t care about what or how they thought, as they were more the “stream of unconsciousness” types. Disciplined thought wasn’t an issue for them, and yet they had power. They’d become the consummate intellectual bullies.
It was interesting to watch in some ways. It reminded me on some level of one episode of The Prisoner, “Hammer into Anvil,” where they believe they are the hammer and I the anvil. Du musst Amboss oder Hammer sein. I’d considered the possibility of playing them as Number 2, but then Number 6 couldn’t leave. I could. I did.
I remain the anvil that breaks the hammer.