Learning a language represents training in the delusions of that language.

A mind enclosed in language is in prison.

Learning a language stretches a long way to help create trust, to strengthen our ability to communicate and to understand another people. It also signals willingness to give up centrality.

It is said that no one truly knows a nation until one has been inside its jails.

Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail

True learning is a permanent change in cognition and/or behavior. In other words, learning involves a permanent change in how you see and act in the world. The accumulation of information isn’t learning. Lots of people have heads full of information they don’t know what to do with. If you want to learn something quickly, you need to immerse yourself in that thing and immediately implement what you’re learning. The fastest way to learn Spanish, for instance, is by immersing yourself in a Spanish culture. Flash cards for fifteen minutes a day will eventually get you there. But you’ll make deeper connections with a few days fully immersed than you would in months of “dabbling.

On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.

I also did some jail time a few years ago. Spent a whole summer in jail reading books. I pumped a ton of new knowledge and new thinking into myself.

It is said that no one truly knows a nation until one has been inside its jails. A nation should not be judged by how it treats its highest citizens, but its lowest ones.

The best way to learn something: teach it.

The best way to teach something: write about it.

Result: the best way to learn something is to write about it.

Cause jail culture didn't give you that fitted hat To memorize a ghostwritten shit verse and spit it back

The best way to learn something is to write about it, in public, but only if you care about learning. When you write, you are forced to organize thoughts into words. When you teach someone else, you feel obligated to understand the topic.

If you want to know who your friends are, get yourself a jail sentence.

You know the worst thing is freedom. Freedom of any kind is the worst for creativity. You know, Dalí spent two months in jail in Spain, and these two months were the most enjoyable and happy in my life. Before my jail period, I was always nervous, anxious. I didn't know if I should make a drawing, or perhaps make a poem, or go to the movies or the theater, or catch a girl, or play with the boys. The people put me in jail, and my life became divine. Tremendous!