Lost in translation (1)

While walking through the beautiful Den Bosch, I frequently wonder about all the genius ideas people that pass me by are having. They don't know me, so they'd never tell me, and if they did, there's a big chance I wouldn't get it. It's hard to explain interesting ideas sometimes. I knew this genius in high school, who could've solved many of the world's problems had he been motivated to (instead of solving obscure ones). However, whenever he tried to explain his thoughts, his words came out in a language nobody else could understand. Maybe you don't understand how I knew he was a genius, but sometimes you know from the moment you see somebody. Yes, he could not communicate well through language, but the beautiful way he solved problems showed me enough. Nobody else could see it. They all called him an idiot because he could not bring his mind to words. Thinking about him still makes me sad, and the worst part? To a lesser extent, this is true for everybody.