Talking with an excellent student today, we considered the nature of cultural capital. From nationalism to Nyan Cat, much was debated. We ended up seeing a typography of a skeleton. The question was asked, “is that poem?” This is his response:
Everyday there are people forcing things into your mind. You don’t really have time to think about the knowledge. It can be fun.
Everything that say has an idea.
I drink water – there are many things to think about. We are all capable of thinking: sometimes we choose not to.
We think that it is a waste of time. But then when we calm down. Sitting down on your bed with no voice, in a quiet place – then we can learn.
That’s what the monks do.
