Cosmological view of learning
There's a youtube short video of John Piper passionately stating that you could read theology 10 hours a day for 50 years and still not know God, and i see where he's coming from, and it did make me think of my approach in contradistinction to that way so that even now i write about it as a launching pad for further erroneous thoughts.
As specified earlier, my own thoughts and beliefs are not being expressed by the extreme desire to know what i'm wanting to know.
Head knowledge is how some would call it. But that can't be how i see it.
A heretical stance warms my bosom, of placing equal or even higher importance on uninspired sources as opposed to the supposed inspired material.
My reason is i want to read such material that takes into consideration the whole work which is seen as inspired. And then, incrementally and possibly more substantially in the future to come to the believed to be inspired work with a informed mindset of what it's supposed to say in all its parts.
An independent study i'd prefer to call it, using and prizing the resources that precisely place the utmost importance of which i put them equal or above.
I see a vast thing, and want to approach it, the method i find invigorating is to inundate the senses to such an extent that i am swimming in a ocean of such things, that there seems to be nothing else that exists. No wars going on, no filthy politicians, no starving or homeless, but only the study material that is a wondrous exotic world unto itself.
It gives fuel to transport my attention to other planets of inquiry where the problems of the world are expressed in ways that are more acknowledged as worthwhile to pursue, but the gist of it all comes back to the planet the whole inquiry began, which is not the planet i call home.
Like Bela Lugosi said "I have a no home", home here means a place where i can be without any problems, a fantasy world, that is home to me, some place that only exists in the mind.
As specified earlier, my own thoughts and beliefs are not being expressed by the extreme desire to know what i'm wanting to know.
Head knowledge is how some would call it. But that can't be how i see it.
A heretical stance warms my bosom, of placing equal or even higher importance on uninspired sources as opposed to the supposed inspired material.
My reason is i want to read such material that takes into consideration the whole work which is seen as inspired. And then, incrementally and possibly more substantially in the future to come to the believed to be inspired work with a informed mindset of what it's supposed to say in all its parts.
An independent study i'd prefer to call it, using and prizing the resources that precisely place the utmost importance of which i put them equal or above.
I see a vast thing, and want to approach it, the method i find invigorating is to inundate the senses to such an extent that i am swimming in a ocean of such things, that there seems to be nothing else that exists. No wars going on, no filthy politicians, no starving or homeless, but only the study material that is a wondrous exotic world unto itself.
It gives fuel to transport my attention to other planets of inquiry where the problems of the world are expressed in ways that are more acknowledged as worthwhile to pursue, but the gist of it all comes back to the planet the whole inquiry began, which is not the planet i call home.
Like Bela Lugosi said "I have a no home", home here means a place where i can be without any problems, a fantasy world, that is home to me, some place that only exists in the mind.
