That there is no such thing as genius is how pitifully mediocre people convince themselves they could’ve been Claude Shannon or Marie Curie if they’d been in the right place at the right time.

But it’s a lie. A coping mechanism. The unfortunate reality that makes lefties white-hot with rage is that some people are just vastly smarter and infinitely better at some things. As my dad said once when I got annoyed that my sister had far more inborn prowess for music than I did, “Talent sits where it sits.”

Genius is real. And rare.