The genius and the mediocrity

Have you heard Dylan's 4th Time Around? The song is speculated to be a response to The Beatles Norwegian Wood, he confirmed it in a Rolling Stone interview. It's a beautiful song. Very sweet melody, enchanting words and it wraps you around its enchanting amoral tale. You must listen to it. The lyrics are like this

I stood there and hummed/I tapped on her drum and asked her how come/And she buttoned her boot/And straightened her suit/Then she said, "Don't get cute."/So I forced my hands in my pockets/And felt with my thumbs/And gallantly handed her/My very last piece of gum.

Well, honestly, life's like that. I mean seriously. I won't waste time telling you more, I guess it's one of those things that you got to figure out for yourselves. We're sort of getting spoilt writing here. We also promote mediocrity. I have a serious theory on this point, which I was telling Red Herring just today, this very afternoon, smoking cigarettes, and looking at the busy traffic on the road, everywhere in history all we've done is eliminate the genius.
I don't think the conversation reached to a matter of agreeing or not. It never makes sense in one go, but if you think about it, you really see my point. Or well any point for that matter.
So who are the real figures of absolute genius that have almost overthrown the world at their feet? Sure, you can say Jesus, Hitler, Gandhi, whoever, let's not really get into names, but why've they been succumbed?
Mediocrity doesn't really want a figure like that, so it gave birth to a son called the critic. The critic's purpose is to eliminate the genius. Now don't get me wrong, not all is black and white here. If the critic is a potential genius which recognises another genius, that critic is no longer mediocre and it falls in the fate of a genius. But if you look at religion, it's basically an edifice of an institution built by marketing wing of mediocrity to campaign it self.
Mediocrity is the real evil. We suffer it.
If there's a figure that's born out of religion that's genius enough, it goes wrong. Why? The world never wanted an absolute genius, the reason with human nature is such that it leaves no room for it. It cripples the basic fundamental with prejudice, filth and shame.
Blogging culture has made each one of us be read as New York Times columnists. What blogs do is promote mediocrity, we love it don't we? Read all the fuckedupness, write all fuckedupness, and be all fuckedupness, and the sheer joy to discover someone as miserable as you.
We all write shit between the jewels of our golden words, it all gets published by a click.
Any every great thought is subjected to mediocrity. If you look at it in politics, democracy, is another name for mediocrity. What else does it say? I'm no communist, no conservationist, no fascist nor a rhinoceros. I'm a subject of true democracy, in another word, I'm mediocre. If I had true sense I would establish, and that establishment, would either be consumed or withered, it depends really. Now look at ole Columbus, and what he really got.
There are flashes of geniusness in me, but it's limited. If the world is to be followed then the 20th century has proved it with it's experiments of lucid talk with its political idiom.
The absolute genius (this has nothing to with the Coleridge one) will always die. His death will never be of an average mortal. Be it an overdose, war or long life.
Yet the fascination for the genius will never die, it's quite simple, if the genius is alive we will kill the person, if the genius is no longer alive then we will mourn.
A strange paradox.
Everything and anything that involves more than 2 people is an exhibition of true mediocrity.