"Put a blanket."
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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
like magnets
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.
division of reality is straying away from it
so an active mazelike process
i dont understand magnetisation
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
isaac newton
all that is to say
autonomy of learning
so at the end
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
plato
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
much more tactility
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
have you read
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.
its good short few pages
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.
feel you
i want to do that too
the site i am dreaming