Gathering thoughts…
A world of little thoughts.
Tagged Meaning × Clear
I think about meaning a lot. Maybe it’s because meaning wasn’t up for debate when I was younger. There was a book that laid it all out. No questions to ask. Just faith. But I question if there ever was real faith in me. I think there was fear and shame. There was desire to belong. And there was longing for meaning.…
Two young fish were swimming along. An older fish swimming the other way nods at them and says, “How’s the water?” The two young fish swim on for a bit, then one of them says, “What the hell is water?”[1] According to Alan Kay, thanks to the above exchange, the IQ of each of the two younger fishes increased by 80…
