Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

isaac newton

and the fake qualifier

lol

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.

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

thank you

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.


is this you as well

I am below everything.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

It Will Get Lighter

that looks like my instagram account

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

magnetises a pin

was it worth it

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Rain, starting

I Write Goodbye Letter