This past weekend, I learned to ride.
Or rather, I learned what riding is: I learned the paradigm of riding.
I learned, once again, that learning isn’t writing or reading or math or Spanish or French or even history or philosophy: it is an instant of revelation, often after long periods of flailing and doubt and thinki…
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