you have a beautiful account btw
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.
not their contents
propensity within someone
god being the centre magnet
its good
and the fake qualifier
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
all that is to say
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
so the method has to be autonomous
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
as in
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.but i respect your search
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
Lift Analysis
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I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
was it worth it