I Have A Book

In my hands, I have a textbook. In this text, there lie many ideas. Many dead, lifeless ideas. Unlike animals, plants, and trees, however, we can breathe life into these ideas through experience. Through play, through exploration, through collaboration, and by simply doing.

Is a method book not a method of action and direction? Ideas to expand on?

Isn't a theory book just that: a compilation of try-me's, of scratch-and-sniff, of experiments?

Is teaching not a prescription, but an inspiration? Are their ideas not law but catalysts for one's own genesis of enigmas, ideas, theories, methods, and questions?

"Knowledge and Experience do not necessarily speak the same language. But isn't the knowledge that comes from experience more valuable than the knowledge that doesn't? It seems fairly obvious to some of us that a lot of scholars need to go outside and sniff around--walk through the grass, talk to animals. That sort of thing."
- from "The Tao of Pooh" by Benjamin Hoff