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Photo of the “Llullaillaco Maiden”, a 15 year old girl sacrificed during the Inca Empire for both purposes of religious rite and social control. She was chosen a year prior to her death, fed a ritualistic diet for an approximate twelve months to make her gain weight, then was drugged and left on the shrine at Volcano Llullaillaco, where she was left to die of exposure. For five hundred years, her body had been preserved at 82 ft. She is considered to be the best preserved Andean mummy ever uncovered.
dang.
I see what they did there.
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I have to relearn honesty, I believe. Honesty with myself, honesty with others. There is a pathological sense of lying in selective truths and compartmentalized revelations. A sickness of the soul. As good old George Costanza said, “…It’s not a lie if you believe it…”
When the sickness gets down so deep that you’ve become committed to an alternate reality which suggests it to be a wellness, it becomes cancerous. It feels, sometimes, that it’s hard to be honest without going on the offense to some effect, which, for the sake of community (or our timidity and non-confrontational manner), we often honor. How does one be honest without stepping on toes or stinging someone else’s pride? I’m not sure such honesty exists.
I’ve grown up there for the most part. I’ve been a part of it and called it home for much of my life. I’ve made friendships, been mentored, been fathered and been mothered. I’ve learned and grown there. But I’m not sure I fit anymore. There are the few times, the very rare times, when I feel necessary and when I feel like a co-laborer. Now I feel like the kid who is forced to keep his mouth shut lest he go against the grain. Much of what I stand for is decried there now, much of who I am isn’t a recognized part of the body but for select few. In all honesty, my integrity tells me I shouldn’t be there. I fear that my decision, if an intentional and decisive move were to be made, would be slandered. I’ve seen it done before by those who claim to love. Who knows what tomorrow will bring, but I don’t feel comfortable there anymore, I don’t feel safe there anymore, and I don’t feel a part there anymore.
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#sarcasm
“If there is one student attitude that most all faculty bemoan, it is instrumentalism. This is the view that you go to college to get a degree to get a job to make money to be happy. Similarly, you take this course to meet this requirement, and you do coursework and read the material to pass the course to graduate to get the degree. Everything is a means to an end. Nothing is an end in itself. There is no higher purpose. When we tell students to study for the exam or, more to the point, to study so that they can do well on the exam, we powerfully reinforce that way of thinking. While faculty consistently complain about instrumentalism, our behavior and the entire system encourages and facilitates it.” — Stop Telling Students to Study for Exams (via world-shaker)
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