What role does art play in education? Can art be a source of knowledge? In creating art, do we progress towards a better understanding of reality or do we instead indulge our ignorance and delusions?
I personally dispense a lot of time trying to analyze all that happens on this world that we occupy in order to discern its significance, some universally applicable principle that perhaps could guide me through every situation I ever could possibly encounter, a metaphorical sort of short cut for long division. Writing is my tool for searching. I write in hopes of meeting some sort of resonance in the spirit of someone else. Often I stumble upon the works of others that do the same for me, or even I will meet a stimulation to abstract thought in the form of a regular conversation. On the Thursday following the Paris attacks I accompanied my host sister to school for the afternoon, receiving a taste of what life would be like were I enrolled in a French school.