Meaningless

The following is something I wrote about 4 years ago and shared on my Instagram story to my followers, most of whom are people I know in real life. I believe I wrote this after finishing Marguerite Porete's The Mirror of Simple Souls and reading some of Hadewijch: The Complete Works, hence my inclusion of Hadewijch's Poems in Stanza 38.I found myself thinking back on this today after a conversation with a coworker about working in academia as a non-academic. Every day, I feel as though I become less intelligent, whereas those around me become more intelligent, and the gap between us widens. Of course, intelligence is not so simple as my insecurity would make it seem. When this kind of petty insecurity surfaces within me, I find solace thinking back on this small piece of writing.You should read this while listening to Borinda's Lament by Dolly Mixture if you want to experience this as I intended.I give myself time to contemplate and look within myself. Time and time again, no matter…