Professional Documents
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Knowledge:
Facts, information, and skills acquired by a person through experience or education;
the theoretical or practical understanding of a subject.
Understanding:
having insight or good judgment
WARNING!!
At this point you are following your intuition to create the best educated guess you can
regarding the significance of the work.
Good educated guesses take context into consideration (historical, personal, the
novel etc)
Next, you must check or test if your hypothesis or ideas are correct
REASONING
Two types:
Inductive: using details to support a larger idea (details big idea)
When we first read a book we must look at the details to determine what the big
idea was for that book (theme)
Deductive: we see the big idea and use details to support it (big idea details)
When we reflect on a book we generally know what the big idea was (theme(s))
and must look back at the book to find evidence to prove or disprove the
general idea we have formulated.
In science we trust theories based on how well the facts and observations (details)
support/prove the hypothesis/idea.
Our gift (special talent) is the ability to think and reason. Some believe that our goal as
people is to drive our kind (humanity and the world in general) ever onward; however, this
must be done scrupulously with great attention to detail or else we risk producing
meaningless nonsense.
If you dont think then you are very limited. You cannot see (make sense of the world) and
the things you say are unreliable and untrustworthy. Sometimes fools have nuggets of
truth but overall they are full of assumptions, which often times are inaccurate or
unfounded.
Books are writers leaving behind their opinions and understanding about life. We as the
current people of the world need to learn from them and take things a step further in the
direction we, as a whole see appropriate.
Lord of the Flies: We as people have hope for a better way of life
Macbeth: What is the human condition and how do we know what is best?
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Pride and prejudice: Dont judge a book by its cover. Look closely and make sure you
give people/ideas a chance before finalizing your opinions of them.
How do we make sense of the world with so many contradictory messages? Who do we
trust or believe? Country family, friends etc?
And at night, waking out of a dream, overwhelmed and bewitched by the crowding
apparitions, a man perceives with alarm how slight is the support, how thin the boundary that
divides him from the darkness. We are little flames poorly sheltered by frail walls against the
storm of dissolution and madness, in which we flicker and sometimes almost go out. Then the
muffled roar of the battle becomes a ring that encircles us, we creep in upon ourselves, and
with big eyes stare into the night. Our only comfort is the steady breathing of our comrades
asleep, and thus we wait for the morning.