Yeah, I get that you're really hammering this premise home, which would suggest that it's totally what you want us to think about, presumably with the intention of gently guiding/cattleprodding us towards the idea that divesting ourselves of thought and prior knowledge is the secret to ending pain and suffering, because thought and the accumulation of knowledge are somehow responsible for that pain and suffering. Well, I've thought that now, and it hasn't made me happy, so I guess I gotsa think of something else now, huh?
ok class, let's go back to the beginning... (there's always that one that doesn't get it & holds up the rest)
He was more human though. See also: Screech from Saved By The Bell. I would've fucked the others, but he was the only one I wanted to be. Maybe that's just me though. I'm currently enjoying having attained a degree with no desire to become a teacher (which seems to be what everyone is expected to do with their degrees these days). I think I just like being a student far more than I ever would being a teacher. I think if I was ever sure enough of myself to teach I wouldn't like myself anymore.