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I like the idea that knowledge is exactly as it sounds. facts that can be accessed when you need, normally correct.

Wisdom is just knowing things instinctively. Reacting more than thinking really.

As i’ve gotten older I’ve put my values more into wisdom than into knowledge. When you’re stressed it can be difficult to think, and in a situation where you can’t think knowledge means nothing. If you have wisdom of something though the knowledge becomes intertwined with yoruo feelings. it may be difficult to think because of your feelings; good. You can still focus on your “gut feeling.”

And it should be noted that I’m talking about the idea of wisdom and knowledge. there’s very little wisdom that I have in my life unfortunately. To gain wisdom you really need to dedicate youreslf to a task. Prigmatic wisdom. I love it.

Knowledge has it’s place of course. maybe you learned something and skimmed some information because it wasn’t really relevant. later on you come accross a problem but oh wait, you recognize some patterns from that stuff you skimmed. Boom, knowledge saved the day even though you had no experience with it.

Like most things in life there’s a harmony between these two, but I think I value wisdom moreso.

What sparked this longing for wisdom was 1984 pg. 297

‘I have not betrayed Julia,’ he said.

O’Brien looked down at him thoughtfully. ‘No,’ he said; ‘no; that is perfectly true. You have not betrayed Julia.’ The peculiar reverence for O’Brien, which nothing seemed able to destroy, flooded Winston’s heart again. How intelligent, he thought, how intelligent! Never did O’Brien fail to understand what was said to him. Anyone else on earth would have answered promptly that he had betrayed Julia. For what was there that they had not screwed out of him under the torture? He had told them everything he knew about her, her habits, her character, her past life; he had confessed in the most trivial detail everything that had happened at their meetings, all that he had said to her and she to him, their black-market meals, their adulteries, their vague plottings against the Party—everything. And yet, in the sense in which he intended the word, he had not betrayed her. He had not stopped loving her; his feelings towards her had remained the same. O’Brien had seen what he meant without the need for explanation.

‘Tell me,’ he said, ‘how soon will they shoot me?’

‘It might be a long time,’ said O’Brien. ‘You are a difficult case. But don’t give up hope. Everyone is cured sooner or later. In the end we shall shoot you.’

i think o’brien was my favourite part of that book. The more I think back on it there’s some other parts that are really touching as well, like pg. 240 when he finds beauty in the large mother hanging clothes while kids play around her feet. There’s implications that she is not “beautiful” but she has a loving heart that makes her attractive. Or that she may not be smart but she has clear loyalty about her. I love that image of this woman so much, and she’s hardly in the book. It’s more there to show character growth I think, but it’s wonderfuly worded.

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