we need to be deconstructing our identities
so at the end
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
you cannot feed someone truth
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.
idk
Thank you, Jack
as in
but i respect your search
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
so the method has to be autonomous
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Lift Analysis
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.
Thank you, Jack
currently
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
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos