propensity within someone

i have read not even 1 book

so the method has to be autonomous

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

much more tactility

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.

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

god being the centre magnet

isaac newton

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

no i haven't really read anything

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

isaac

sorry i am texting like a slav

autonomy of learning

as in

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

barren land

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

i understand

division of reality is straying away from it

that looks like my instagram account

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

what do you mean

I Write Goodbye Letter

magnetisation/form

...

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.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging