A liberal arts education provided me with one of my favorite classes – philosophy – and one of my least favorite – psychology. Neither relied on the teacher in my enthusiasm as my philosophy professor was as dry as a desert.
As I age I do think I perhaps should have spent a tad more time in psychology trying to understand the learning process and what our little heads are doing. This only popped into my mind as I awoke from a dream occupied with paint on a child’s clothes, piles of yard work detritus, a stranger helping me somewhere in a foreign house, and the song, “If Ever You’re in My Arms Again.”
My great philosophical take-away from that is, “Sometimes things make sense, and sometimes they do not.”
You may quote me.