• Grippler
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    Huh, I seem to be getting something way different from this comic than most people here…

    I’m seing knowledge being transferred, and as the number of sources and amount of information increases, it gets harder to figure out how everything interconnects and how it all fits together. But as you get older, you get more experience and start to see how things fit together and the world makes more sense. In the end the jumbled information you’ve received through your life makes more sense to you, and you transfer the new sum of information on to someone.

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      As a beginner, you learn and memorize the basics.
      As an intermediate, you experiment, inject fresh energy into sketching and exploring outside the basic parameters.
      As a master, you have returned to basics but with a unique perspective, your added experience to the narrative.

      It’s quite beautiful.

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        Exactly… I find it quite interesting how some perceive the theme of the comic as depressing while others find it beautiful.

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          The story goes that after Wittgenstein published his monumental theoretical treatise on theory - the Tractatus Philosophicus - he became a gardener, or elementary school teacher, maybe both, I can’t remember.

          But the point of the story, as I interpret it, is that the road of intellectual labor leads back to simplicity, and that is a comforting thought, also very Japanese, Zen-like.

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      I feel like the more experiences I get, and the more experiences I learn of from other people, the less the world makes sense. The more I sit alone stuck in the echo chamber of my skull’s interior, the more experiences I can easily discount and ignore.

      I don’t think anything about the world is simple or easy to understand, and I get worried when I start thinking that I have life boiled down to a few simple rules