Been stuck at every approach to the Week One question. Like the idea of a troll blocking a bridge until the travler answers a question correctly…
I didn’t like school and felt it was chamber of questions that no kid could possibly know about asked by adults who not only worked together to screw you up but were allowed to pass judgement on your performance that effected your whole life. And no one even asked if I wanted to do this. Even though I tried my inability became a sign of uncooperative behaviour which began to suit me. Working with apprentices in construction you weren’t allowed to substitute not-getting-it with low grades or some other judgmental convenience. You had to keep trying.
Cheating = assuming that someone is inferior or fractious because they don’t understand YOUR explanations.
Who decides meaning? Why are there Deciders who establish meaning and Guessers who labor over what the Deciders were thinking? Why does one group control reality and the second group have to agree with them in the form of correct answers and proper procedural thinking? Based on personal experience I think reality runs on in spite of our misunderstandings but so what? It’s interesting that things are versioned out, misplaced or misunderstood and I think we might be mistaking the purpose of learning to achieve a false clarity.
Cheating = Naming something called “learning” the pursuit of one understanding. And saying that works.
My understanding of reality never sits still. Though there are times when ideas seem very persuasive, being a person is complex, undecided and contradictory like crazy. We cheat this with certainties we don’t have.