It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

i dont understand magnetisation

send your tumblr

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

so at the end

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

its good short few pages

that looks like my instagram account

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

propensity within someone

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

idk

so the method has to be autonomous

division of reality is straying away from it

...

like first name

Slug

its good

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.

no like which do people call me

no i haven't really read anything

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

...

yeah

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

what do you mean

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

plato

and the fake qualifier

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.

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