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I need to write here just to get my fingers moving. I had a few pretty things to say and then I lost them in the ether of my mind.
Well, that was kinda nice. I don't know if it's an accurate description though.
I've been paying acute attention to words. I feel a color, texture, and flavor in them.
I never want to have a master's in the liberal arts. It seems to me like learning in that arena becomes some gobbly-gook intellectual analysis that lost its connection to feeling.
But maybe I don't understand their complex phrases and ideas because I just don't know what they know yet.
Everyone knows different things and on different levels of knowing. And some know they know and what it means to know, and some are just beautiful in their natural being that just knows. Naive, but beautiful.
Whatever. Let's do this damn paper.
Well, that was kinda nice. I don't know if it's an accurate description though.
I've been paying acute attention to words. I feel a color, texture, and flavor in them.
I never want to have a master's in the liberal arts. It seems to me like learning in that arena becomes some gobbly-gook intellectual analysis that lost its connection to feeling.
But maybe I don't understand their complex phrases and ideas because I just don't know what they know yet.
Everyone knows different things and on different levels of knowing. And some know they know and what it means to know, and some are just beautiful in their natural being that just knows. Naive, but beautiful.
Whatever. Let's do this damn paper.