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Small ants scurry across the ground, oblivious to the fact that they could be stepped on. A teacher tells a student to pay attention in class, to grasp the concepts being taught, to observe... Observations are personal views, in certain perspectives; how one can perceive any given situation. There is no right or wrong, in ways of how to observe things. Teachers, professors say there is only two ways: Quantitatively and Qualitatively Everything observed seems to fall into one of these categories, but can something break the boundaries? Observations can form relationships, but in the same instance- destroying them. Qualities observed are picked; only chosen to appeal, but does that make them real? Questions go along with observing: how something came to be and why...? But does anyone truly know the correct answers? Observing- in the end is only questioning the essence of things.
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
Observe
Small ants scurry across the ground, oblivious to the fact that they could be stepped on. A teacher tells a student to pay attention in class, to grasp the concepts being taught, to observe... Observations are personal views, in certain perspectives; how one can perceive any given situation. There is no right or wrong, in ways of how to observe things. Teachers, professors say there is only two ways: Quantitatively and Qualitatively Everything observed seems to fall into one of these categories, but can something break the boundaries? Observations can form relationships, but in the same instance- destroying them. Qualities observed are picked; only chosen to appeal, but does that make them real? Questions go along with observing: how something came to be and why...? But does anyone truly know the correct answers? Observing- in the end is only questioning the essence of things.
esthervanek
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
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