god being the centre magnet

idk

abrar?

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

so the method has to be autonomous

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

like magnets

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i understand

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

magnetisation/form

division of reality is straying away from it

autonomy of learning

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

thank you

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

its good short few pages

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

isaac newton

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

lol yea

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

its performative

magnetises a pin

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

that looks like my instagram account

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

its good

send your tumblr

much more tactility

as in

so an active mazelike process

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

sorry i am texting like a slav

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.