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09/03/26 METACOGNİTİON
I find my mind thinking that truth can’t be taught. And yet I also feel that it can be learned. At first glance, this sounds contradictory. If it can’t be tought, how it can be learned!, what kind of learning is this?
Perhaps the issue isn’t truth itself but my readiness for it Maybe the real question is not “what is truth” but “Am I prepared to learn?
When I observe myself and humanity
I recognize these tendencies within...
There is a part of me doesn’t question, I move within routines, ı fulfill obligations,repeat, conversation, consume which is presented to me..
I rarely stop to ask, whether ı truly inquire.
Often my mind assume I know.However Do my mind really know? or Do I merely repeat inherited conclusions? If I believe I already know, why would I seek? Perhaps the more efficient way to avoid learning is to assume that I have already arrived. That thought unsettles me, it suggest that ı might be function rather than living!
Then there is another part of my mind that does inquire. I read, ı analyze, I compare philosophies, one theory exists me then disappoints, another appears profound then insufficient, I move from one framework to another. I ask myself: Am I genuinely searching? Am I intellectually entertaining myself?
Is engaging in theories a refined way of avoiding inner discover? When I claim to want truth, do I actually willing transformation or only delusion( stimulation )?
There are forms of learning my knowledge (oneself)(who ask question without judging) do not after me! I acquire knowledge (oneself) but I remain structurally the same. If truth something, fundamental, should it not disturb my foundation? If I remain intact and untouched, have I truly learned anything of consequence? Perhaps the issue is not the absence of
I knew that we'd become one right away
Oh, right away
At first sight, I felt the energy of sun rays
I saw the life inside your eyes
So shine bright, tonight, you and I
We're beautiful like diamonds in the sky
Eye to eye, so alive
We're beautiful like diamonds in the sky
"Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it , or never to have had it?”
//The statistical probability of love at first sight
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write;
And ever since, it grew more clean and white,
Slow to world-greetings, quick with its "Oh, list,"
When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst
I could not wear here, plainer to my sight,
Than that first kiss. The second passed in height
The first, and sought the forehead, and half missed,
Half falling on the hair. O beyond meed!
That was the chrism of love, which love’s own crown,
With sanctifying sweetness, did precede.
The third upon my lips was folded down
In perfect, purple state; since when, indeed,
I have been proud and said, "My love, my own."
