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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:


'''Clever people''': It is bad news for brain-boxes, who must now continually absent themselves from rooms they probably quite enjoy being in. But braininess, here as elsewhere, is relative: you needn’t be ''that'' much of a brainbox to have to [[get your coat]]. For it follows that ''at least one person in every room in the world is in the wrong place''. Now, since a good portion of the world’s rooms only have one occupant, this is a manifesto for perpetual disruption.  
'''Clever people''': It is bad news for brain-boxes, who must now continually absent themselves from rooms they probably quite enjoy being in. But braininess, here as elsewhere, is relative: you needn’t be ''that'' much of a brainbox to have to [[get your coat]]. For it follows that ''at least one person in every occupied room in the world is in the wrong place''. Now, since a good portion of the world’s rooms only have one occupant, this is a manifesto for perpetual disruption.  


'''Stupid people''': It is little better for we of the great, face-slapping mediocrity. Even if we do manage to make our own way to the right room, by some kind of fluke, we will be faced with an insidious brain drain should two or three be gathered together. “Wait. Where are you going?”
'''Stupid people''': It is little better for we of the great, face-slapping mediocrity. Even if we do manage to make our own way to the right room, by some kind of fluke, we will be faced with an insidious brain drain should two or three be gathered together. “Wait. Where are you going?”

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