way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

send your tumblr

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

its performative

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

i love it here

as in

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

abrar?

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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.

what do you mean

is this you as well

autonomy of learning

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

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

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

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

and the fake qualifier

magnetisation/form

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

kind of mythopoesis

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

isaac

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

...

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

but really the thing should be autonomous

isaac newton

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.

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.