^Taken from the random thought thread
School for Me as an 8th grader in 2008 was fascinating in Earth Science class, vast regions of huge contemplation clouds to stir with the blank deep vibrant journey of dinner with the lazy parrot and seeing earth unfold over vast millennia as things shape shift and realign with a new algorithm for eventuality and the display curtains of a jug of hearts laying down workmanship and engines of science to sorcery.
Grasping the stratifications of history on earth as a great show of council and moonlight on doorways of soul embarking on the glass curtain of tomorrow always makes me want to visit the museum, and become Jurassic into stardust and binders of the elite frontier!!
But mostly, school is destructive, not nurturing of voice in the center of reflection for capturing love in its most pure, unadulterated, fine manifestations. If we could just simply float off and dream with the exploding lights, then we could fissure away from the control system. It's kind of like what Tom Montalk says here:
Transcending the Matrix Control System (montalk.net)