The Folly of Education by the Ignorant
I’m in a bit of a writing funk. Having a hard time knifing through the haze to my creative space. Is what it is. I bathe cozy in the knowledge that, even were I to do absolutely nothing to emancipate myself - undertake no proactive action, think no productive thought, repeat the same indolent words - this situation would pass in time. This is not a rationalization dressed in insight’s clothing. Nor justification to sit on one’s ass and watch its bounty grow, simply a reminder that nothing is immobile, everything moves, be it a salty emotion or the stoutest rock, or in the words of Willie Nelson, “Still is still moving to me.”
Anyway, this I like, noticed via Don’t Make Me Cry on My Own Ship:
I have a long litany of gripes with regards to America’s public education system, like it sucks, but this comic reminded me of the little girl in art class who was approached by her teacher. And the story goes:
What are you drawing sweetie, asks the Teacher.
I am drawing God, says the Little Girl.
It’s beautiful, but no one knows what God looks like, says the Teacher.
Well yeah, but I’m not done yet, replies the Little Girl.
And it goes without saying, unless this story takes place in the Deep South, the teacher in question would be drawn and quartered for calling a child sweetie. Inversely, if the story did take place in the Deep South the little girl would be drawn and quartered for her ecclesiastical blunder.
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