like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
so the method has to be autonomous
you cannot feed someone truth
barren land
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
that looks like my instagram account
much more tactility
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
division of reality is straying away from it
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
abrar?
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
so an active mazelike process
like first name
like magnets
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
is this you as well
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
its good
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
thank you
isaac
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
bro i read nothing in my life
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 see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class