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is this you as well

lol

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

so an active mazelike process

as in

not their contents

so at the end

all that is to say

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

send your tumblr

division of reality is straying away from it

barren land

your feed looks like my tumblr

propensity within someone

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

autonomy of learning

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

magnetisation/form

its performative

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so the method has to be autonomous

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.


Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

I am below everything.

you cannot feed someone truth

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.