Good Eggs

One who knows all about you, but loves you just the same, is a true friend. I grew up believing this. Not one of us is perfect 100 percent of the time.

Some one with a good egg can also be taken to mean they have a good brain.

My great, great grandfather who had the exact same name as my father, had a confirmed IQ of 186, an was written about in his early American local paper to have been a genius. I saw a copy of the clip years ago, and was very surprised to learn such a detail of the family history had been hidden away in an old file, unknown all these years until after my parents passing over.

When I was in high school I went to the state Science Fair with a project I declared strongly suggested and proved to me, using several generations of two strains of mice and a maze, that intelligence is a product of genetics and inherited, along with being influenced by environmental factors. But some creatures of the same species, simply genetically lacked the intelligence to learn and remember needed information.

At the time in the 1970's, Genetics was barely understood. In the Catholic school I attended, controlling genetics was considered meddling with God's plan. InVitro or cloning was labeled blasphemous and we were taught it would never happen. I had so many heated arguements with the Science Nun, it wasn't funny! What a way to form objective thinking minds...
Other arguements involved the Earth science of volcanoes and plate tectonics, and that same teacher claimed there would never be an active volcano in our life-time besides Kilowea in Hawaii, that we didn't need to worry about that. That was less than a decade before Mount Saint Helens blew her lid.

I grew up to argue about ocean species declines n greenhouse effects in college. Still profs get caught up in what they think they know, without adjusting for new data and information into the equation as time goes on. I've been worried about the health of Terra Earth since I was a teen-ager.

Just now, thirty years down the road, people are beginning to see what I've been looking at all these years. Hang on, and by all means, learn to tred water...