that looks like my instagram account

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

so the method has to be autonomous

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

as in

we can only engage in such a way

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

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

division of reality is straying away from it

you cannot feed someone truth

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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 hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

i have read not even 1 book

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

13, H, grate

magnetisation/form

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i really havent

kind of mythopoesis

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

abrar?