“inverted stupidity” is too complex.
It’s just stupidity. We’re always thinking exactly only of ourselves. All we CAN think about is ourselves.
Other people can organize things in new ways and show you with sometimes profoundly stupid patterns.
You say it yourself, Eliezer: The universe whispers of a mundane truth. I think that the mundane truth is that everything you think of is some degree of stupidity, were I to define stupidity as a feeling of reeling from the unknown… trying to catch your balance as opposed to falling and just seeing what it means to let yourself be stupid for a moment and feel the pain.
Our obsession with anticipation, were it complete, would lead to convoluted and always wrong, for lack of perfect information, experience stop-signs.
Would it be such a stretch to call “stupidity” and the act of catching yourself on a flimsy surface quite one and the same?
Catching yourself for now so you can prolong the experience of imagining what wrong might be.
Merci :)