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Space and Lines


Lets do an evaluation, the greatest teachers ever to have lived didnt even have a class room, Mohammed, the Prophet, Jesus Christ , the Messiah. But we know thier message by heart, held on to every word. So everytime I sit in class, and the tables and chairs, space and lines,spacing our abilities so that they never really mean anything,drawing a lines, no boundaries to our capabilities, with a recommended message . Our imaginations are bounded by some standardised tests.The greatest teachers taught in a circle, of companions. let me expand on the beauty of a circle, its endless, no beginning no end just like how our imaginations ought to be, to circumference of a circle is 


C
=
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r. 
and usually pie = 3.14, but here is the best piece of that pie, pie
 is endless, it goes on till every number meaning
 anything and everything has been represented. My birth date,
 your death date . And that is how learning should be, 
a collaboration of every thought , within a circle so we can make 
meaning of this slice of pie that is our life. till we make meaning 
of our sequence of numbers.

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