The Impostor

How you perceive your self-image determines the value you place on your personal qualities.

During the defense of the bachelor's thesis, related to the language of new technologies, the people in the room suddenly hear an additional question addressed to the student in question, a question from a completely different field, with no connection to the topic discussed. It is a question from the artistic field, just like the next question, both questions being related to a certain painter and a certain current of painting. You may be wondering how the young lady knew how to answer so accurately, as if she had studied art for years at the Academy of Arts in Verona, and now she had defended her thesis in the field of painting.

In fact, the look hidden under the smoked glasses of the great teacher, fiercely directed at the other teachers in the commission, instantly reduces everyone to silence, to a gloomy and oppressive state. His blinding, hypnotizing, calculated look cuts through all other looks with a single blow, in an instant it renders impossible any potential critical voice, any moral observation. All the other members of the commission sit with their heads bowed, obedient, submissive before the master.

Do you face a picture of reality where the horizon line separates courage from fear, just as contrast and gradations of hue in an artistic composition mark the difference between the visual image and its interpretation?

Through his smoky glasses, a laser beam flashes, cleaving and hard as a sword of fire, awakening a terrible horror in the eyes of those who have the courage to look at the Sphinx. And even if this guardian of hidden things can't see well with one eye, the electrical activity of his brain being used as an analytical tool in scanning the various units of value, well, the other eye is a veritable spring of force, a tension raised above 100V, being able to induce electrical activity in the neurons of those who try to react to contact with the modulated beam of his intent. When you target the opponent with the laser beam, if you hit them, they lose points or "die".

The teacher approves the answers with a single movement of the head, a sign that the student has a special general culture. Anyone have anything to comment on? The areas touched by the laser beam lose their electrical charges. Just like in the movie Horror Express, whoever dares to look into the devil's red eyes, risks having his eyes turned inside out, turning the uniform color of a deathly white. This authoritarian professor, the titan of vision beyond physical death, the beast with ten horns and seven heads, manages to frighten his colleagues on the licensing board so much that no one has the courage to intervene. No one opposes looking beyond the novelty of the experience.

Can you increase your self-worth in the case of a success that is due to someone else's potential to manifest their authority?

The brain can create electrical impulses to transmit signals. Everyone present in the room immediately realized one thing: to any other question in the artistic field, even the most trivial question, the student would not have been able to answer. In other words, the majority immediately intuited that the questions had been "arranged" in advance, in a way similar to the way light stimuli or rhythmic variations of potential can reveal the secrets of the electrical activity of the nervous system of the questioned subject, so that it is revealed his vast knowledge. Without any comments, the student deserves a 10 (with congratulations). Does anyone have the courage to challenge the great teacher's last word?

Just as in the neurological field, where brain biocurrents and potential oscillations play a crucial role, there are also subtle signals in this context, impulses that revealed the depth of the student's knowledge. As with the brain's potential oscillations, even the simplest questions could provide important clues about the student's accumulated knowledge, as the electrical rhythms of her brain could be recorded through facial expressions that indicated confident anticipation.

It was well seen that the student knew from the very beginning even the order of the questions that would be addressed to her, this spontaneous emotional activity presenting electrical phenomena triggered by the stimulation of internal and external sensitive receptors, proving great precision in expressing the answers.

Can you express your inner states in front of an authoritative presence, in a closed and powerful space that you cannot control, so that you do not feel vulnerable?

Everything is under the sign of severity. With the professor, the exams are very difficult, the license must be worked with godly efforts if you want a good grade. Specially designed, written along the lines of a security structure, this fascist system based on the exploitation of stupidity and discrimination, is intended to cause students to add as much goodwill as possible to the pocket of severity, in order to become worthy of the esteem of the one who decides the final grade.

And only in this way, only if the light streams meet positive convergence points, then everything can become easier. In fact, it is a real honor to be under the guidance of the professor, because if you have proven yourself to be "illuminated" by the continuous light of a vision hidden under the curtain of neural polarization, a phenomenon known as the extended electrical potential in the synaptic network, then and only then will you gain deep understanding in the trigger area of success.

How does the symmetry between you and your ideals help to create a sense of credibility capable of reinforcing the image of a beginning that lasts indefinitely?

For all of the above to be credible, a truth-triggering event must have occurred. Well, about a week after defending her bachelor's thesis, the eminent student, like many other laureates, takes part in an underground party, in the student dormitories. Cheerful beyond measure, with a lot of physical energy, she allows herself to be caught in the spell of another student, thus forming a special connection, fleeting - but unforgettable, according to the model of "a stormy night spent in two".

These two souls with similar heart structures, presenting a wave of continuous contact, with small repetitive oscillations of a thermal nature, then know their most hidden secrets. Drunk, without any inhibitions, the girl reveals to her new boyfriend how she managed to get a 10 in her bachelor's degree. More precisely, the way the money circulated, through an intermediary, and how it ended up in the professor's piggy bank. Nicknamed "The Chiorul", this obnoxious man with smoky glasses orchestrated everything perfectly. According to her, all she had to do was learn by heart the answers to the questions that were delivered to her in advance, like on a tray.

And, of course, her one-night stand told her other friends. And that's how everything was found out. But nobody said anything...

Who knows what to see, sees! That's how it is with all grade 10 students, former nerds from high school, their only way to stand out is the final average, the grade generating Magna Cum Laude. They would be willing to sell their car, their house, anything just to get a 10. And like any meritorious student, like any nerd, they all get lost early in the fog of time without leaving anything behind.

Are the apologetics you make of your various postures presented in a ratio of apparent contrariety to the real picture that your own actions and behaviors reflect?

Let's go back to Mr. Professor, the crow, the one with the smokey glasses. Easy to recognize, if not by his face, at least by the omniscience he tries to show wherever he is. The former nerd born in a border village, where there wasn't even a country road, look what he does when he gets to the city. Like a true Mephistopheles, he implements his plan smeared with the antifreeze of vicissitudes, focused on derivations with high and sharp waves of gratitude: he appears to the world as omniscient. Wherever he is, when he meets someone, he resorts to the same trick every time: he directs the dialogue with the interlocutor towards the field of art, displaying here and there all kinds of information learned by heart from various art books.

Sly as a true criminal, he shows every passer-by that he has a fine mind, a mind inclined to the deepest and subtlest aspects. It's a ruse that works every time, and that propels him higher and higher on the hierarchical ladder. It is also through the parrot talent that he becomes a university professor, and from here he fools the other colleagues with his vast knowledge, obviously a knowledge that actually represents a superficial imitation, the justification of a supposed intelligence, because the nerd has only one quality: he memorizes everything and repeats the word in a word, everything he browsed through other books.

He has no creative capacity at all, he has nothing to do with inventors, discoverers, artists. In this case, in order to break into society, not to be just a no-name boy from the country, the parrot carefully uses his only quality, without anyone suspecting anything. Evrika! The plan goes great, everyone falls into this prankster's trap.

And when you reach a high position, when you start parroting in front of everyone something from all fields, and medicine, and accounting, and art, and politics, etc., then you become a person, stupid people start doing you all kinds of favors, feeling inferior in terms of knowledge. Everywhere else there are bowed heads, others deceived, willing to write books in the teacher's place, to do the work in his place, he only putting his signature on the work of others. He gives the final grade, that's all. Where the money comes, there he also becomes an expert overnight, of course by the same trick specific to the parrot, a trick that always works for fools.

Does the way you acquire value reflect the inner state with which your experience of revealing yourself is more limited than your true identity?

But the crow does not know how to see the consequences of his actions. Because there is no truth that does not come to light, and no impostor escapes divine punishment. The place which divine judgment has reserved for you, all-knowing, is as dim as the smoky glasses behind which you kept your dark vision. You only knew how to see the darkness, propagate and disperse it through a prism due to progressive refraction, but you did not let the light penetrate this world. You always wore horse glasses...

What direction did you give to the grade 10 student, and to others whom you illegally propelled to the top of the grade 10 pyramid? It is the direction of fraud, the material direction of deception, with which you also managed to climb the hierarchical steps. Basically, this is the message that your students, especially the "exclusive" graduates, left the faculty with: to succeed, you have to work hard. This is how the false teacher ends his career: you have to bribe the world to get ahead, and you have to pretend to be knowledgeable, even if you have nothing valuable in you.

Too bad, professor, that you never understood the message that famous photographer Bill Jay used to convey:

"The most precious gift that a teacher can give a student is a resource to use, not an authority to obey. The teacher should be a storehouse of alternatives, directions, attitudes. The teacher shows with the finger to the moon. The student must learn to look at the moon and not at the finger."

Your perception as a shaping entity must influence your appreciation of your ability to create value in a fragment of reality that reflects the direction of truth, not the direction of falsehood.

The Impostor is the one who wants to appear to be someone else than he really is, resorting to less honorable means to assert himself, in order to arrogate to himself some non-existent merits.

Teacher, all-knowing! Before you pass on to the dark and eternal, and that will happen very soon, here is the final message from God himself: you have no business among the stars, just as you have no business among the truly enlightened minds of this world. Your place belongs in the dark, among other crooks and upstarts. Born in the unseen shadow, you left the world in the same dark veil, and to this mysterious darkness you will return.