May kicked my butt. Math hijacked my right brain. Yet I am back and motivation has not left me behind bringing me back to blogging and glad to be here.
I can say jubilantly “The five week statistics class is over!”
I eventually found, daily digging into mathematical equations, left me incompetent to think of anything remotely creative. X-values and r-squared, y(x) + 1.235= some number to chart, I leave that behind for someone else to do. My brain is not wired for such things.
“We are not concerned with the very poor. They are unthinkable, and only to be approached by the statistician or the poet.” — E.M. Forster
Sadly, in many ways, hypocrisy is true. The irony is social justice, which I am studying, uses powerless statistics in describing injustice to the powerless. Community is lost to take care of the poor, the work left for a few individuals to tackle. Abuse of many natures, mental health, employment, substance abuse and addiction are a few struggles people face daily. Some are able to overcome and others never are able to dig out of the pit. Perhaps we can only help one person at a time. Laws and legislation change the framework of society but will never change apathy.
“It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.” A Room with a View
“Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.”
(E.M. Forest, a British writer whose many books, A Room with a View, Howards End and A Passage to India, examined early 20th-century British society’s class differences and hypocrisy. Those three novels were made into American movies along with A Diary for Timothy, Maurice, Where Angels Fear to Tread and A Room with a View remake in 2007.)