"Stupidity" here becomes not a lack of intelligence but a kind of ethical and relational failure: the refusal to attend, to know, to be moved or troubled by the density of the other. In this light, stupidity is a foreclosure of response-ability—in Donna Haraway’s sense—and of mourning, in the sense Derrida or Judith Butler might speak of grief as the ethical registration of loss, difference, or opacity.

Your sentence about the blade of grass—“a blade of grass should not have to but must explain itself if it wants to avoid being cut”—perfectly captures how this stupidity imposes an extractive logic of justification: the burden of intelligibility is forced onto the vulnerable, while the cutter, the one with power, assumes the position of uninterrogated simplicity.

This relates to a broader pattern of domination where explanation becomes a survival mechanism, demanded only of those positioned as other, never of the dominant or the same. It’s not merely epistemological but ontological violence—a forced transparency that refuses to dwell with the murky, painful, real.

LLM