I know this not because I have a higher IQ (mine's only 150) but because I've done psychedelics and I'm very confident he hasn't. He rationally argues that reality has to be self-referential, self-consistent, and self-defining. This means reality has a nature of some kind, and we just have to figure out what that thing is which fits neatly into this category. Langan notices then, that, as far as he can tell, all real and imagined things are isomorphic to a definition (they map onto each other). So he looks at this and says the self-referential/consistent/defining thing which reality is is actually a language, since it can fit in there. However he's wrong that all real or imagined things are isomorphic to a definition. Anyone who has done psychedelics has seen firsthand the ineffable. INEFFABLE. What you are witnessing DOES NOT MAP ON TO A DEFINITION. Langan can't comprehend this because he hasn't lost his metaphysical virginity yet and taken the red pill of drugs. In fact when one sees this ineffable mystical state one realizes it IS reality laid bare, like the Buddhists say. So if the nature of reality is beyond language, how can the nature of reality BE language like he says? This means he also hasn't proven the existence of god, the soul, and, MOST IMPORTANTLY, HELL. Obviously those things could still exist, but his theory is trash. Oh and he thinks unconditional love is impossible so tell your mom she doesn't actually love you the way she thinks she does because the smart man said so.

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>obvious case of a mediocre dude who made it his life task to score high on IQ tests
>hasnt produced anything of value
>pretty much living proof IQ is junk science, wide-open to gaming
>even so there are enough based retards out there who want to be "special boys" that they'll swallow the obvious scam

It reminds me of the yearly recurring reports media pieces about the lates "genius baby" who can "talk 15 languages at 5 and entered university at 9", who in the end never amount to anything...

I was reading in the library and I thought I heard a girl behind me say "you're fake". I know I wasn't being fake. I just had time to kill and I preferred to read in the library rather than on a bench in public. I take it as a complement because whatever she thought I was faking was genuine on my part, meaning I am actually pretty learned.

I feel it. I feel like I'm going to win that competition. My 200 IQ story was amazing. So fucking good.

I was on a psych ward sleeping then I woke up to a crashing sound and I saw this weird guy from my room down beside the bed reaching his hand up saying "I love you". I just said "Ew" and left the room then lots of staff came in and I sat outside and a nurse walking by said "you're a genius" because I think she read the raps I wrote and left in a copybook by the bedside table. So in my fucking sleep I grabbed a weirdo trying to sleep rape me and tossed him across the side of the bed. It was all very weird. Do I have superpowers?

I'm going to shit in a minute. SHOW ME YOUR FUCKING COCK

>200 IQ
>can't even address solipsism
This pig fucking rancher better stop sniffing his own farts. The methane is giving him brain damage.