Let me say, my knowledge is not exactly broad or deep, just scavenge in the midnight. Midnight snacks :>
Im glad you bring that up..made me think "well thankfully there are all these other gardens/fields/planes that we're learning, evolve or get informed by while human.
Beano!! I dont think i ever read or saw one!! But def heard it referenced a lot growing up. Dunno where, but it was prevalent, "ah this is some kinda popular'
(What's the Dandy?)
Simplicity & grounding is prob more important to cultivate intelligence. Id say it depends on neuro-type too. Words like educated/uneducated...im skeptical what the hell that even means. George Bush president ha.
I just have an information fetish in some subjects, which is great when balanced but chaotic & silly otherwise.
Yes you keep yourself fully humble and modest with your studious interests over time.
Curiosity to see, renew angle on things. Edge towards truth or worth. That's a good trait. I could learn so much from what you have learnt.
But I'm just not fit for much of a classroom now. I need something else. Because I feel totally like little Frodo at present.
He made the journey, made it home. But there was no cure then for the PTSD.
When eventually there is seemingly no possible way to actually break the association with pain, like all things, everything conscious, memorable, perceptible, sensory.
The good things, funny things, people, music you like, etc.
And the rest. I use everything I can to keep focus, remember purpose. Stay motivated.
But like I say, associating pain with the good things in life, can work but also backfire especially when the exercise continues so long, nothing before it seems to be real or matter.
And then, every single thought, sound, sight, memory, idea springs to mind, is associated with the pain and trauma.
I still have not reached a chance though, 2022 yet, to simply rest. Relax. Take a breath.
Choose to do sonething. Coping measures fully exhausted every direction.
Mind fully exhausted. Reluctant as hell to move any muscles.
Almost, almost at shore.
Like now, 4 weeks ago, easy sailing. It's really too little too late though. For now.
So no way can trauma be melted down just yet. Safe ground first. Who knows, it might turn out alright.
I stopped believing this though, even if I still expect it. I have again pulled some spectacular rabbit out of a hat today as I did yesterday and the day before and before that each one an entirely different shape to the reality.
It takes it all and more though. Midday and done. Time doesn't pass. To spend one hour in any way is such a task. To circle the clock.
Man have I grown desperate to know ease of living again. Just in the endurable and manageable category will be nice but I aim for more. I may get it.