Last post, I wrote of my quibble(s) with Malcolm Gladwell’s Outliers.

Here’s a coda.

One of the people Gladwell profiles in his book is a man named Chris Langan, who supposedly has the highest IQ in the world. Langan grew up poor, had an abusive stepfather, and even after educating himself to the skies in philosophy, physics, mathematics and linguistics, has been unable to achieve mainstream success.

Here was a man “with a one-in-a-million mind, and he had yet to have any impact on the world,” notes Gladwell. Langan wasn’t holding forth at scientific conferences or prestigious universities. He’d never learned to “play the game.” He’d worked for years as a bouncer. If anything, that raised Langan in my estimation, as did the fact that he’d dropped out of college rather than kowtow to the Pharisee dean, as did the fact that he now lived on a  horse farm in Missouri, “seemed content,” “had farm animals to take care of, and books to read, and a wife he loved.”

But then I watched a youtube clip of Langan in which he suggested implanting all children above the age of 10 with a birth control chip, selectively breeding out human imperfection, and basically making himself head of the world. “Faith is dead,” he declared. “We need a church based on logic and mathematics.” The point being that Langan’s tragedy isn’t that he’s failed to parlay his ideas into a lucrative corporate or governmental or academic career, but that he espouses anti-human ideas and thinks he’s on a par with God. The point being that what makes for true intelligence is the inner life. The point being that the most intelligent person who ever lived was Christ.

With an off-the-charts IQ of between 195 and 210, Langan has gotten as far as figuring out, for example, that we’re all part of each other. So far, so good, but you don’t need to be a physicist to reach that conclusion. (By the way, I spent a good two hours trying to solve that puzzle from the Raven’s Progressive Matrices test on page 78 of Outliers, which Langan could no doubt crack in seconds, and made zero headway).

You reach that conclusion in your heart. You reach it by looking at flowers and birds and trees. You reach it by observing your own life: your interactions with people, your shame, guilt, anger, joy, sorrow, regrets, hope and sympathy, your slow, painful spiritual transformation. If you try to come at life any other way—without your moral and emotional intelligence as well as your ability to reason and compute—you reach the same conclusion Langan did, the conclusion Hitler did: to annihilate all that you are afraid of, that challenges you, that doesn’t fit in with your sanitized, straight-ahead plan.

True intelligence doesn’t seek to get rid of the imperfect. True intelligence embraces and encompasses the imperfect: the blind, the lame, the leper. True intelligence sees its own imperfection, and grasps, however dimly, that its imperfections save it from becoming monstrous. True intelligence asks not: How can I kill the parts I don’t like? It asks: How can I give my whole heart, mind, strength toward carrying life on?

The most intelligent man who ever lived didn’t need to develop a theory called the Cognitive-Theoretic Model of the Universe (CTMU), as Langan has. The most intelligent man who ever lived more or less summed up all scientific, philosophical and theological thought in twelve words: “Render unto Caesar what is Caesar’s, and unto God what is God’s.” Words that both the simplest and the most complex mind can get a hold of, wrestle with, ponder. Words that are “understood” not by, or only by, keen intellect but by purity of heart.

Intelligence backed by purity of heart leads always to the poor. Because only with the poor do you retain the freedom to say yes when you mean yes and no when you mean no. Only when you’re poor yourself can you afford to see that you owe nothing to Caesar and everything to God.

That’s why, after Christ, the next most intelligent people are the saints. Only the mind of the saint takes in the whole picture. Science—wondrous! Mathematics: sheer beauty, to be studied in depth if that’s your thing. Physics! Devote every waking and sleeping hour to its mysteries if you’re so moved—but all to be seen through the lens and put at the disposal of love. Mother Teresa thus saw that the truly intelligent way to be a doctor is to tend to the dying untouchables on the streets of Calcutta. St. Francis saw that the truly intelligent way to follow Christ is to take him literally.

True intelligence regards itself and asks: Why do I suffer? Why must I die? Intelligence regards the suffering of the rest of the world and realizes, I’m complicit in it. Intelligence has a conscience and the hunger to know: How can I help? Intelligence, after years on the rock-strewn spiritual path, comes to the notions of self-renunciation and sacrifice.

“Have you ever met someone smarter than yourself?” the interviewer asks near the end of the clip.

“As near as I can tell, no,” Langan responds. “And if someone walked up to me right now and claimed to be smarter than me, I’d put him through his paces. I’d try to find out how sophisticated a picture of reality he’d evolved. Try to see what he was holding in his mind simultaneously and what he could do.”

I wanted to take Langan by the hand (he still feels bad about himself for working as a bouncer) and say: This is what a truly sophisticated picture of reality looks like. This is what it looks like to simultaneously hold in your mind every idea in the world. This is what the most intelligent man who ever lived or ever will live can “do.”

Only Christ could simultaneously love the abusive stepfathers, the feckless mothers, the college dean who failed to foster a beyond-brilliant student, the human heart that even though it’s connected to the smartest brain in the world, still grieves, as it must, its own limitations. Only a Mind illuminated by the nuclear light of pure love could have seen that the way to vanquish death was to offer up his own life.


9 Replies to “THE SMARTEST MAN ALIVE!!!”

  1. Anonymous says: Reply

    Heather, that last sentence is so beautiful…

    Our lack of intelligence when it comes to our typical, mainstream ideas of intelligence sometimes leaves me breathless. Sigh.

  2. This is so immeasurably sad. Heart-breaking. As a musician, I can't imagine meeting another musician and sizing him up somehow as to how much talent he has in relation to me. It would be wonderful to meet a talented person, and rejoice in the things we share, and maybe even sit down and play or sing a duet. But to measure him, test him?

    It's sad how "intelligent" people so often come to similar conclusions. Thank God this man doesn't have the power of a Mao or Hitler or Stalin.

    Yet, now that I think of it, the power we all have to hurt or belittle or crush people we don't like, don't agree with… who somehow fall beneath our standards in some area… Thank God WE don't have the power of a Mao or Hitler or Stalin.

    As it is, we have far too much power to marginalize and hurt others.

    You're right, the real geniuses are Christ and the Saints. The only comparisons they make are between what does someone need and what can I give.

    Thanks again for provoking thought!

  3. I think the mistake Langan (and perhaps Gladwell, too) has made is to confuse intelligence for wisdom. It's telling that upon meeting someone who may be smarter than himself, it doesn't occur to him to ask, "What can I learn from this person?" Everyone, and I do mean everyone from the naivest child has something to teach us.

    Western society has come to overvalue intelligence in the last two decades, and twisted its meaning into a quality that should be applied narrowly into those areas which produce… money, I suppose. We no longer think of applying intelligence to the acquisition of wisdom — of moving toward the truly illuminating moment of insight.

  4. Brilliant! For a few months I was frequently the Yahoo comment posts and defending the Catholic Church. I debated many intellectual athiests who kept trying to equate intelligence with the highest form of human nature, which completely excluded the need for a God or a Savior. The level of arrogance was astounding. Anyway, this was exactly my arguement, but how I wish I could have spoken it as eloquently as you do. I tried to argue that intelligence, in itself, is gift from God to be used to glorify Him. God is initially experienced through the heart. Also, that the highest form of evolvement is not the evolution of the mind, but the evolution of the heart. Our eternal souls will not be dependent upon our level of intelligence, but how we loved while on this Earth.

    LOve it!!! Thanks!!

  5. Oh thanks all, I'm so glad you got it! It's beautiful that Chris Langan is so smart. But the operative fact is not our IQ but whether we give all of whatever we have, like the widow with her two mites…And as was pointed out, real intelligence is shot through with the humility and wonder to see the unbelievable gifts others are have and are giving to us…

  6. Brilliant, Heather! Especially the paragraph beginning — True intelligence doesn’t seek to get rid of the imperfect — wonderful!

    Thank you for writing this!

  7. Heather, first off, elodie beat me to the punch. I was going to say that wisdom and intelligence are two different things, and what you've described as the truest kind of intelligence, the kind Jesus and the saints had at their disposal, is the definition of wisdom to me. That's the easiest way for me to make the distinction, though we're saying the same thing. Interestingly, I wrote a post this week about Mark Zuckerberg, the creator of Facebook. I questioned some of the same things you have here, though not nearly as in depth and as thoughtful. But still, I marvel at the parallels.

    (It's here if you want to take a peek:)

    Thanks for sharing your profound insights.

  8. Heather, this is wonderful! Father Rutler said "selfishness is radical stupidity" Chris's biggest problem may be his flawed antrhopology. The fastest car on the wrong road will never get there.

  9. It seems the height of arrogance that any man or group of man can decide that a test can determine "intelligence." My Mom ran a household of five little kids with no help–not a grandmother, aunt or babysitter around. It functioned with dreamy efficiency–no yelling, no loudness, nothing but love, three meals a day on a shoestring. How do you measure that kind of intelligence?
    You want to compete with a computer–go ahead. Doesn't make you remotely more qualified to decide anything but how to build a better computer, perhaps.