As I suspected, the various courses taken at a college level are not necessarily for the discipline of the field, or to retain in its entirety all the information. The tool we inadvertently are learning (although the wise professors are aware) is the habit, the process, the method and manner of thinking.
Logic, research, viewpoint, awareness, application, the very concept of questioning; these are what we learn that are invaluable. Often we apply them to the simplest situations and come out with tangled networks of ideas that can complicate the easiest of thoughts. But this is all alright; the paths may just lead back to the most obvious, but we can be assured it is as well the best solution.
I shall never be a scholar, an intellectual, deep thinker or expounder of new ideas. But the way I look at life has been changed forever, and the thought processes have been applied to the most mundane of happenings.
I have been waking with severe and frightening bedhead for the past half year or more, and race for the hairbrush before anything else. I am even breaking and losing hair I’ve noticed. What am I thinking in the night that causes such commotion? What head-grinding-into-pillow-thoughts have been replacing Willie in my dreams?
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
“I shall never be a scholar, an intellectual, deep thinker or expounder of new ideas.”
Have you taken a look at your posts in the last year or so?
Just uneducated guesses from the grassroots section of humanity. But thanks!