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.
division of reality is straying away from it
but i respect your search
propensity within someone
really i want the internet
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
all that is to say
magnetisation/form
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
no longer writing in the third person
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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.
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
as in
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
you cannot feed someone truth
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