My Cardboard Balcony

U.S.ED by Belinda Roddie America's school system does not exemplify, nor provide, education. Let me explain. Education, as a concept, is, at a surface level, the ability to cognitively identify and explore the things we see, while expanding our minds  outward toward the things we do not know. Our minds, of course, are naturally built not only to solve problems, but also to create personal and/or widespread innovations and revolutions that challenge the established rules that we already have - not simply in our material environments, but also in our conscious and subconscious proceedings. (Rules, by the way, are not made to be followed or improved upon. They are made to be questioned, torn down, rewritten, and questioned again.) Education is, on a deeper level, the principle of breaking habits. Of noticing more than a dirty coin's two sides. It is the way to seeing the fourth dimension, beyond the stilted view of our human eyes. It is the idea that

The whole galaxy seemed to dissolve into a tall, clear glass, swimming cosmos waiting to be imbibed by the one who had poured the stardust from the bottle. One swish baked the cocktail in an angry burst of energy, and when swallowed, it caused fireworks within the cavernous belly, rumbled, and then was silent. The rotation of the axis was all it took to get the drinker's head spinning.