To the intellectually self-sufficient man or woman, many A. A.’s can say, “Yes, we were like you—far too smart for our own good. . . . Secretly, we felt we could float above the rest of the folks on our brain power alone.”
Even the most brilliant mind is no defense against the disease of alcoholism. I can’t think my way sober. I try to remember that Intelligence is a God-given attribute that I may use, a joy—like having a talent for dancing or drawing or carpentry. It does not make me better than anyone else, and it is not a particularly reliable tool for recovery, for it is a power greater than myself who will restore me to sanity—not a high IQ or a college degree.