"Leave the philosophy at the door of the bedroom."

(I couldn't find the original words, so i quote it like this.)

Physicality is an animal thing.

View on education from the past

Recently, thinking back on my school years, i believe i understood why i never felt well listening to the lectures of my teachers.
Though unconsciously i had the sentiment that they learnt the main phrases of their topic by heart, they polished it with this attention pompously litterary, and, years on, they repeat it, and that's how it works for real, they are like performers playing again and again the steps of their show.
Because of that there's no honest communication between a teacher and his students (knowing the lessons is obliviously necessary for a professor but just a little less pretention and more pure individual recognition would help greatly for everyone to feel good together), there is few spontaneity and too much formality, everything is convoluted, the sentences, the gestures, the way everything is shown.
Me who needed to be reassured, to be heard in my originality, in my individuality, me who needed sincerity, a frank discourse in which i feel integrated, all that becomes impossible if the professor as the vector of knowledge disembodies himself when he enters the classroom and tries to communicate with kids using the obscur and irritating mimicking of a robot, a being without a heart, and without contact with the earth where the children are the closest but are inexorably dragged out, torn out from it, physically and mentally, to be formated to function in a urban and modern system.

Personally i surely would have prefered someone who talks to me than someone who tries to force infos into my brain, but yeah i guess we're too many and too much different, it would be difficult to have a personalized education,... still, dammit, it's possible if everyone does its part.
Basically this educational system, as are societies, is favoriting productivity and conformism, instead of putting forward the well being and the integration of every individual.

I knew many persons,

each with a rich and personal world of passions that has interested me for a while.

Why do the relations break?! (emotionless question)

I have a hard time getting superficially enthusiastic.

(that's probably why i'm such a bad lover)

I'm more enthralled by the meaning of anything,

the triggers, and going farther down,

until finding the peace of nothingness in a very personal knowledge.

So what!

Where are the people feeling enthusiasm for ideas and not images.

Tolerance grows with self confidence (more precisely "self-knowledge", as someone suggested it to me).

One could think it's the contrary, the more you trust yourself the more you open your mouth to oppose others,

and that can happen,

but i still think a strong sense of self is a prerequisite for the acceptance of different opinions, so you don't feel shaken in your identity when confronted to someone thinking differently, and because you believe enough in yourself you can accept the differences without getting defensive.

(So intolerant people are probably those not knowing themselves enough)