I have never been good at formal learning. I want to learn something, not learn to take a test on it. And I want to learn it to a level that it becomes almost instinctual so that I can incorporate that information into a larger view of the world. I am a jack of all trades master of none, not because I am a dilettante, but because the narrow specificity of focus required for mastery necessarily limits the scope of outside information. This, in turn, limits the viability of ideas generated on the small scale because those ideas exist independent of outside structure. But nothing stands on its own, to be useful short or long term, the specific must be tied to something else which connects to the larger fabric. It is here that a generalist shines. At seeing and improvising within the framework of their knowledge.
logic
The heart loves and the mind has no choice but to follow
What tears and mind do portend
What shallow reckoning
With speed of sorrow do forfend
This essence flickering
As the candle gutters out
Of your guiless sibilance
Do memories of love show rout
False flag fails fair remembrance
Romance dies ere it lived
A tragedy looking back
But heart still loves, still yearns, still bled
So mind must follow though it knows better than to chase it’s lack
Oh, silly heart, with rhyme you seek but Piercing veil with naught to speak
She doesn’t see you, doesn’t want you
It’s time to walk away
