bro i read nothing in my life
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
I am below everything.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
its good
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.
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
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December 2025
much more tactility
what do you think my name is
whats your name?
sorry i am texting like a slav
its good
As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.
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