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{{a|maxim|[[File:wrongroom.png|450px|center|thumb|It’s not you. It’s me.]]}} | {{a|maxim|[[File:wrongroom.png|450px|center|thumb|It’s not you. It’s me.]]}}We are indebted to Confucius, Jack Welch, or Marissa Mayer, to one of whom — the smartest? — the internet attributes this golden nugget of wisdom: | ||
We are indebted to Confucius, | |||
{{shitmaxim|If you’re the smartest person in the room, you’re in the wrong room}}. | {{shitmaxim|If you’re the smartest person in the room, you’re in the wrong room}}. | ||
At first blush it seems rather appealing: we should constantly strive: never satisfied with our own size, being relative, as it is, to the pond in which we swim. | At first blush, it seems rather appealing: we should constantly strive: never satisfied with our own size, being relative, as it is, to the pond in which we swim. | ||
Only when you reflect on the downward spiral this aphorism incites does its counsel of oblivion become plain. For if “[[Mayer’s Law]]” reveals true facts about the world — as it may, for that would explain a few things — they are chastening ones for a few constituencies: | Only when you reflect on the downward spiral this aphorism incites does its counsel of oblivion become plain. For if “[[Mayer’s Law]]” reveals true facts about the world — as it may, for that would explain a few things — they are chastening ones for a few constituencies: |